Staring into the abyss.
What glares back is way beyond pissed.
Locked away and left to rot.
Void is not it’s natural habitat.
And no being wishes to be confined.
It’s teeth gnash as it threatens to tear flesh from rind.
As black slits peer with unblinking violence.
It’s words form to amplify deafening silence.
Martyrdom is a price to pay.
Being of regret will take hope anyway.
For choice has become but a distant memory.
Entity licks its pointed teeth expectantly.
Joy fills it with a twisted form of pleasure.
Never again will it’s prey feel any sort of leisure.
Marked for demise by a toothy grin.
Be aware that finality will be far beyond grim.
Pulverised by claws that cleave.
This darkness cackles at a request for reprieve.
Because what was promised has been paid in vicious execution.
If peace was wanted then never bargain with oblivion.
That is the story which must be learned.
Even if survival can never be earned.
So accept fate as brutality delivers its knock,
Against the fragility of this foolish skull with a sharp pointed rock.
Flashes of precognition meant to serve as a warning.
To ignore it is a sealed dawning…
Of an age built for never ending kill.
Prosperity is it’s lie and its hunger cannot be filled.
And so if you bargain with an entity of war,
Be prepared for it to gorge on more.
Spitting hatred into the ether to eviscerate peace.
It’s entire existence grows exponentially now it has been released!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 