Casket of Chaos

I am like faded leaves, beneath my frail feet, failing your forbidden name that crushed the petals of blossoming hopes, dusted with dark obsidian nightmares, enclosed in seeds of discontent, sprinkled by sleeping black dragonflies, resting on fruitless twigs, in vales of solitude. Perhaps nature too feels the pain I’ve been carrying when invisible thorns pierce my fragile heart, to leave me bleeding epitaphs, of dead dreams like an endless waterfall, streaming venomous words, swallowed as bitter truth, learned through brutality. Here I am, writing a letter from the grave; in a casket of chaos; like the flower I once used to be, lost and withered, beneath clouds of misery. But skies are no longer my comfort, and the moon has forgotten the healing anthem. Hell is empty and all the devils are here, strangling me- mocking the dead, with fiery chains of anger, that shackle me, as I lay my hair down, on all the blood soaked daggers that stabbed me. So let me sway, to the sanctimonious rhythm of reaper’s rhapsody, for pain is my testimony, that I shall heed, whilst fallen angels chant across the ceremony of betrayal, allowing my fears to rest in peace, no longer having to look back for a final bullet from the familiar faces that deceived me in my walk of faith, as luminescent spheres are full of astroblemes, showing me how destiny is not on my side. And everything I love is burned into timeless sands of scars that still sting.