Cauterise what you observe.
Fallen halo serves as a collar.
Gargoyles are my only subjects.
Writhing beneath dead moons again.
Serving at the feet of titan gods.
Hell spawn is rising from thick fog.
Salivating with vicious intent.
How long before I am trapped in a descent?
Hollow to my putrid core.
Can’t take this light anymore.
Shying back into darker corners.
Avenues filled with like-minded mourners.
Weaponise days yet to come.
Ripping flesh like it’s a mask.
Trapped in a death spiral manoeuvre.
Juggling between fear and torture.
Cycles continue to be undone.
Guttural opinions fill communion.
Punching oppression into thought.
These tomes speak of how all can be bought.
Carved until I can take no more.
This madness renders rich to poor.
Dispelling outcomes like a disease.
Not an ounce of this makes me pleased.
Isolate in an instant.
Words have turned malignant.
Choking air out of my brain.
Eyes rupturing against false grain.
Festering hate where love should live.
No longer do I have energy to give.
Rarefied beneath temples of glass.
Fist hists from horizons past.
Time is a burdened victim.
This butchery continues without hopes to stem.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 