Hexaeon

	Enfeebled swarms of the blind man
	Desolate is the horizon
	The antidote has been poured in glasses
	The coma for the hexaeon
	Generations falter
	Lurid eyes beyond their backs
	As snake come slithering
	To smother their necks
	A work in slumberland
	Visions immortalized
	Through vigilance
	Dreaming of hexaeon