Fragile

My latest poetry, published only in this blog.

S.R. Derr

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The corpses of my dreams haunting in screams

Witness if you will

The paralyzing breath of my pale death

Her cold brutal chill

As I succumb to the path of my darkest wrath

Forsaken, I lie still

The road paved with blood, my ceremonial flood

Subject of the kill

Suffering in winter’s silence, extolling the violence

My burdened mind

Overwhelming obscurity foreshadows my impurity

Abandoned in kind

Dragging the depths and dregs for the death of my dread

Buried and blind

The honor of sacrifice corrupts the vein of my device

Impaling the rind

My sins dwell in the consumption of hell

Ominous horrors untold

The phases of my life, a revelation of scorned sardonic strife

Timeless fables unfold

The mask I wear to hide my despair

Unholy rage controlled

The symbiosis of hypnosis feeding my psychosis

Devours the threshold

The past decays into the haze of countless days

Endured in vain

Endless seas of blasphemy, boundless without empathy

My anguish arcane

Hollow is the name of grace, stifled in tongues of disgrace

The nightmares insane

Echoes of memories unheard, find solace in my last words

Dismembered in disdain.