From the Depths

From The Depths voice of massacre emptiness only the wind holding against my back otherwise I should tumble in burning embers with him a matron enmeshed dusk with out him I am poignant destitution banished to brave forces threatening to decapitate seeking a niche from what is dissected from the grave alienated any close relationships upon which had embarked novice without cultivation and careful attention any blossom weeds kills off dead any possible encounters promising engagements fall from the blade life turned inward to revolve around him while he was free to roam ambling about the earth as he pleased scathed by malevolent restraints of harsh criticism and sadistic sarcasm eventually queenly pillars bend down low weeping constant reincarnation of failures no gladiator withstands pressures against the sword as water in an endless drip soon decays and devours… Amen i used to be a phenomenon of visual dreams… prayers that can soon be vocal from lips of gratitude if heart is acquired… i can be that way again