I can feel the earth splinter beneath my

feet

Cracking, yielding to my rage

The pressure of my presence alone,

stealing the very breath from his lungs

Clawing and grasping desperately to cling

to his worthless life

Unable to breathe from nothing more than

the sight of me

The mantle of vengeance, soul-crusher I

am called.

Flying ******
Red torn across the horizon
A broken foot stains the sky
Achilles limps

Autumn auburn
Middle fear
Lost love
Waning warmth

Fore-splintered earth
Great spires of the West
No matter wind or cloud
The sun rests beneath the mountain

I've gained a taste for feathers

I am become fire
Destroyer of self
Fueling my rage
To stave off my end

Rock and iron 
Silver and gold
Liquid at my ever-slipping reach
A frantic search for foot hold


The center calls
Eternal Rome to which all roads lead
Hermes flock
Euphrates depth

Melt 

Down

A damaged language
Words shared between the hurt ones
Scissors in my outstretched hand
Sprinting

I'm not sure whose blood this is
Something is missing
Leaflets maybe letters
It hurts

Pain on Parade
Christ-like though I have sinned
Deserving every barb
Lost

The cup is full
Too heavy to lift
I only wanted a taste
No

Screeching reprisal
You will never know
I had always hoped
Wake up

Its too bright

I sit motionless
Unsure of my duration here
Creaking wood of chair and wall
Cobwebs coalesce before me

Rusted *** and rusted stove
The dance of tongue long gone
Shrieking creaking chair and wall
Inaudible like all else

I do not rock I do not weep
Only sit and think
Monotone present
Color past

Prime gone not forgotten
Our thunderous aches
Blood would spill sweat would fall
Gravity or time

Which has ceased it's draw?