In rest
I conjure the execution
Far from the grimy reaches of truth
The weight of reality
That binds my aspirations
Sends me to waft
Strung up and expelled from the earth

How I ponder the demise
Of a rolling Goliath
High and mighty, its glimmering glory
To slay the eternal light
And burden them all
With the twists and curves my daily sorrow

Through squalor these plots fester
A cancer, sprawling through the mind
It soon prevails over my meek flesh
Rotting the lonely remnants of my stranded virtue

Through this splintered wilderness
Home of the frayed
Callous and ill
I call upon, the mighty reach of vengeance
To be swift and ruthless
Devoid of mercy and distinction

The foul words
Burn incessantly
Preaching its deafening ridicule
Meanwhile, I dangle waning
Force- fed the final glints of consciousness

In rest
I am propelled to solitude
Catapulted from the earth
To commune with weightlessness
Adrift in bliss, I voyage home
Cradled within myself
Hungering for just a little more

Atop sheets of stone
I skip their hasty plummet
Grazing each volley for the reach of glowing vengeance

With death unsheathe
I lunge for burning glory
Digging and dragging
A drawn trail and mortal wound

And so he plummets
Overseer of all things
The shimmering health of all man
Two halves, faltering into the black abyss
And home freezes
Frosted over with all kin, acquaintance and foe

Remorse
Wrangles my exhausted frame
Wringing out each sorrowful drop of grief
For my deed is done
For all deeds, are done