Driving home to another impending catastrophe.
Tired or skirting round this oncoming entropy.
Of being pelted by tornado hail.
Body drained by this instanced frailty.
Feel like a save game slot that’s gone wrong.
Tap my vein then initiate an all-consuming flame.
Wiping clear that which I held most dear.
Foresight brings terror to overwise minor fear.
Push my cart with wheels bent and warped.
Banks of time feel as though I need to abort.
As rivers flow poison right into my core.
Some invisible force slams shut every door.
Hemming in what should’ve been my future.
Looking down I discover I’m my life’s butcher.
Calcified by movements that betray my plans.
Stapling to my chest a litany of gibberish bans.
Siphon but never taste this source.
Peel away conviction.
Retaliate against self-imposed divorce.
Then take death in hand.
Leap from this distorted pretend.
Yell to this void that which refuses to adhere.
Face in darkness does little but mockingly sneer.
Dashing hope against knives.
Banishing prospects of safe lives.
For horrors hunt in the hollows of regret.
Horus cannot save you from old Set.
Twisting fortune until decay becomes rot.
Fight for something or be forgot!
