there's a fly buzz serenating in my bedroom

contemplating the infection of a circular disaster

the devil's contract a product of contraband 

a defected rectangular human skin marvel of the underground

nurtured by war, famine and disease soon to be followed by death

humanities darkest hour is upon those that forgotten how to pray

snowflakes have lingered as dawn departs upon a new year

I pray my resolve shan't falter and betray

the devotion of my past pretense, forgotten and abandoned 

to cast a longer shadow atop the hilt of a drawn greatsword

awaken breathing gates tremble as the dreaded name is forsaken

escaping lips best left in selfish regret: troubled cause

however much was lose beneath the crashing bay in this city

where adults are dreamers that have given up and grown up

always looking down, eyes so heavy that they borrow the ground

they stink of grounded sunflower dust crushed by heavy metals

telling stress weights down grave pale faces quietly telling 

whatever reasons they found to be stuck in a life that is bleeding out nevertheless

the candle is extinct, the traces foolish

no disease nor decay can cleanse a hopeless cause

to afraid to turn around and engage

thought process vanished

if life goes on do we comedown from meltdowns?

does it get more bearable to take a letdown

vanquished.