• In Anarchy We Fall


    Cataclysm poured through a veined vessel
    Clasping forlorn to greying hands
    Pulled readily from an overworking seizure
    Mottled with irking substance, daring, but lifeless

    Tugging at the reigns of an imperfected chance
    Creating a chasm of empty thoughts
    Cutting into the sanctity of a chiseled mirror
    Reflecting the water as the broken become beacons

    In eyes, befuddled, by the presence of an inner demon
    Scratching at the walls of skin, desperate to break surface
    Kept tucked tight in sanctuary, an oblivion dispersing amid a lie
    Eternity spread in boundless proportions, drowning...

    Witless with fear and absent remains
    A cacaphony resounds into ears filled with resonance
    Distorted grievances attacking with precision
    Humor abandoned before subtlety is mistaken

    Keen hearts and frailer limbs, saturated with failure
    Amortentia of another kind, poisoned with hate, doused and wry
    Worry stinging at the back of your eyelids, pinprick sensation
    Foggy breath dying as muscles spasm into slumber