I am hoping there is life left in this void, yet
all things sacrificed more outside of rhyme
and few paths sanctified beyond a pit of bolder breadth
harsher fullness scampering in time with tamed but vivid shouts
in dragging bogs of muted fogs;
the knife feels it;
yet no, it doesn't kill; for I could never hate you.

though oceans through their motions crash and spill;
as heartbeats still... live amid my sometimes haste impatience
bitter pills for all the wiser ills;
and there I showed you: blood is made beyond this realm
supremely forged... engorged...
where once there shone a glimpse of alabaster recompense
beneath a cauldron born of iron
upon a wasted spell, I savored all the shades
of every step, step, step of Hell.
a depth that sang a thousand voices; more than ages old.

I can't feel my pulse, alone adrift, and further from my faded self
that screams of yearning abandonment... by you
imbibing all the cries of seasons cold
and yon you twirl, beyond my reach again

a caste apart

this sinking, thinking darkness
adjacent stirs have here become a curs'ed malady
(a faceless drone of whirs; etched in walls, betrothed
and ... whispering amongst themselves)

All brighter sights evoke contentious ringing traces
for bleakness-brimming; unwishing vexes softly spoken;
aloud their jeer erases deepest fear as yet unbroken,
sealed within my deepest hold, unbridled acrid fumes
bequeath their heeded token

where fate sure -- rules with baleful dooms
and pounding throngs now shout; shriek, then hush;
sending desp'rate demons out;
devil's brew; intensive heat now boiling you, from your insides;
persistent aches, as dust from ashes stray.

And I shall speak no more, but wait!
I know for sure mere wants are fruitless here;
always... amid this unforgiveness
bending toward a senseless ending; refusing heeding.

I am surely yoked forever,
stilled and bound... amid ceaseless profuse bleeding.
in this death that life left so bereft;
no matter how much I shall pray in constant fervent pleading.