Act 3: Fruition of the Malnourished Insignias
There is a hall of endless tastes
Of sounds and waves
Of things you can’t see
Or touch, or be
They haunt your tongue
Yes, it’s that bad
You can’t taste it
If you’ve been had
Becoming that prominent
In your hind
Vision is seeking
To redefine
Seducing you
Into seclusion
Find yourself
In your illusion
There is a hall of endless tastes
Of sounds and waves
Of things you can’t see
Or touch, or be
They haunt your tongue
Yes, it’s that bad
You can’t taste it
If you’ve been had
Becoming that prominent
In your hind
Vision is seeking
To redefine
Seducing you
Into seclusion
Find yourself
In your illusion
Construct criticism, please.