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 soul. A flock of night biters moved into sanities narrows... I pulled a little amber cross from mahogany shadows. Praying with the might of storms, to a God just out of sight, to free the mind from the pit viper pissing out lye. Two seasons have past, all but a half pinball have 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 - arrogant.