madness resolved

storm clouds relentlessly crashed on rock bottom with the only crack dragging wreckage and carnage through a trapdoor into oblivious fog gruelling sediment confined a rotten Self of incarceration the stakes were high for being impaled a sizzling cauldron waiting for a sumptuous feast manna from hell and a spell on the barbed wire walls just behind the firing squad gift of despair cajoling hope from the darkest of abysmal recesses a balancing act on a thorny yet slippery cross one road leading to nowhere the other painful but promising no middle way to be had between death or surrender fear of the unknown certainly better than certain demise Phoenix just be aware of of the message of Icarus then the moon will be waning and waxing in perpetual motion dancing into the light