Pendulums At My Feet

A conflagration rages within my being, Looming over the tableau of woe at my feet. Silken threads and ribbons tether their flight, they opt for a divergent retreat from reality. In a moment of frailty, Taut sounds sway their desolation, Erupt my apex, at least their visage will be frozen, Statues of their inner torment. My molten core whirls, Glistening like quicksilver as my fury solidifies. The mountain sentinel, Surveying the forest of self annihilation. Refrain from visiting or it may cost your life.