I tread within the depths of the abyss, walking the tightrope with a blindfold in hopes that the six souls I brought back could retract me to clear reason, the previous season, before the leaves fell, now I get well off the wishing well as the splashes echo, Charon’s coins call within the ringing of my ears I hear as the bolt pulls back another rack into the chamber, the anger, the madness, the charging handle of fate, gauge the weight of the oppression, best guess is loss of interest, the tax exacts its fractured ruins from the human in a violent choosing, the bruises witness the marks called upon I hark along as a mad wolf, gone daft as the dark outlasts the blast, massive impact, error syntax terror more gore for the circuit boards, blood on the recording floor, the horror of loss embossed with the satin of sadness, sanguine matte palette of rusted blood drains onto canvas with each trigger squeeze, greased lighting shocks the operator to a state of compliance, as violence violins itself into the nihilist, while the hard drive takes its time to capture the blasphemy displayed before the next round lock loaded into the housing, browsing for targets to rip into sonnets, sinnets of sinew splash aghast the impact of wrath is cast into ash, a whole other meaning when stealing the essence behind the pressure suit, the skin grew tighter as dismembered memories became it’s scenery, the feeling of meaning becoming lessened by the stabbing lessons, the impacted pain of lost to satirize my essence, dead blessings emerge from the dirge of hurts, till curses milled from the verses willed into being, as the monster haunts the wreckage where my soul used to be, now a cacophony of screams repeats it’s destiny, come to terms with Hermes as I eat my wings to be free from sanity, the lucid dream where I lived in harmony, to the waking nightmare, the unstable promise of defeat, the Pyrrhic victory as I come back to my funeral my embers surrendered to the searing winds, while more wisps of war will the desire to return fire, pyres lit near distant futures unfolding as I told you, I existed to witness