Written screaming,
The pumping crimson ether slips away.
Tethered dreaming,
Unsolicited company skips by the day.
Writhing swivelled in the wind,
Skipping stones in the rough seas.
Worthiness in kind,
Given away to the devil’s lease.
Blaring blisters.
From journeys treacherous.
Scarred hand flusters,
As monumental courage it musters;
To swallow the stipend pain,
Whimpering nonetheless.
Secluded, blaring the sickening gain,
As he stands in solitude, wearing the masked mess.
A sigh escapes the surrendering fate,
Too exhausted as it lay down the wreath.
Wondering when it will be too late,
To take a dip in the swirling Lethe.
The Brittle Heartbeat blabbers on.
Sintering, the steady flow of the iron
Beckons the clumsy con.
The fatal shriek shoots off wild lion.
