Dead Eyes See No Future

 Cut two cloths,

& tear open the veil,

Meander above broken glass,

Kicking shapes, a hovering place

Where the mind sits still, perhaps?

Abyssal Chasms of this haunting void,

Can we pretend we are not welcome?

I dip my feet beyond your reach

I take a bath in abominable blackness.

Coating skin, with ink from pen:

I swim in a lake of madness.

For every drip dragged by tip,

Running lines of a cacophony, tragic.

Sink below where mouths now hold

Smirking teeth that click to chatter,

I rattle my bones in my murky home

As I dot the end of one last chapter.

Close your eyes

There's no difference

To the vision of a seething nightmare

Placing fate, where the pen once played

In the passage of the inking nite-glare.