Succumbed

Stranded in this haze of death.
Not much longer will you wander.
Down this garden path you tread.
Mirror shatters as you said.
Still sense will not be seen.
Vent these circumstances until there are only screams.

Guarded by these mounds of dirt.
Siphon hope until a new sunrise.
Fill your boots full of hurt.
This will be your only prize.
Now wait for victims to speak.
Then prey upon those who’s fate are marked to be bleak.

Shuffle until you enter the pit.
Sink as you wallow in it.
Dreading that a new day will come.
From these shores you have been spun.
To barter guilt until it goes free.
Fractured by some solidarity.
Of jokes turned vicious by foul tongues.
Moments before a splitting punishment of your lungs.
Rendered by a ghost in motion.
Who leaves you to drown out in this acidic ocean.
Right where you dreamed you’d always die.
With a brain beaten and a body that could not survive.

Chains pulverised to dust.
You succumbed under another’s lust.