Thought things were getting better

But they were only getting worse

I was picking up the pieces from

A puzzle in reverse

Memories repeating like

Some incurable curse

Though what I hadn’t realized

Would soon present the worst

A method sort of acting gave

Me reason for the course

To lie between the twilight of

What’s true and well rehearsed

Yet nothing spells out treason like

Our compliments at birth

Inception feels like stardust for

Whoever’s speaking first

Perhaps what bothers most of us

Is not the tragic end

When darkness touches the dark in us

It’s there we must begin