The Mercy of Amber
When death said "Hello", a chest was opened wide.
A serpent sashayed in, toward a heart and its gloaming.
Spitting black pinballs between the brain and the soul.
A flock of night biters moved into sanity's narrows...
I pulled a little amber cross from mahogany shadows.
Praying with the might of storms, to a God just out of sight.
To unchain the mind from the pit viper pissing out lye.
Two seasons have passed, all but a half pinball is left.
The mercy of amber has filled the crack in the chest.
The movement of moments is the only constant...
Death is so unabashedly timeless and arrogant.
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