Have you ever stared into your mortal soul?
Cursed with the knowledge it will go.
Eager to leave behind something of value.
Substance is what we always strive to…
Give us meaning.
Show us progress.
Feed us with that which is permanent.
Otherwise we will wither away.
Become the embodiment of decay.
Will you ever sign your name in blood?
Mark yourself in this dusty book.
Before in comes the final flood.
A nightmare you’ve often mistook…
As an omen.
Without open eyes.
These places are not yours to abide.
For all the fear is building high.
To be crushed beneath a prophesized sky.
Do you render?
I am the sender.
Picked clean.
Not seen.
Tied in knots.
Hands of ice.
Born again.
Victim thrice.
Take the poison.
Have you ever stared into your mortal soul?
Cursed with the knowledge it will go.
Eager to leave behind something of value.
Substance is what we always strive to…impart.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 