"The Abyss"

from the rim draconian morbidity reins

up and out concepts bleak in the darkness

of tribunal robes and desperation’s veils

at the bottom no light of reference shines

to seek the master of my conscription

would any needs of validity be served ?

will the abyss consume me or will self ?

upon a base of conflict destruction is built

when we struggle groping aimlessly for purpose

in the vast vacant halls of disestablishment

the corridors to tranquil exit are labyrinths

where deception reins in supreme arrogance

as I cry out for solace and self understanding

only a single voice, my voice of agony echoes

where is the love the confidence that once

embraced me, comforted me cradled me

I surely have abandoned it for the mysteries

of a plateau on the plains of misconception

I dwell at the bottom of the abyss and know

it is I that have chosen the wrath of the path

to a place where no man of logic would dwell

mayhem and purgatory could not have conspired

nor built this holding place where life and soul

are held in abeyance, in judgment, this road to perdition