Fear God

but fear that of which is true

and take nothing

from the spoken dust of fools

Turquoise?
No
For there is little colour left for our small snow globes of imagination
The society we have created has lead us too far down the rabbit hole
Twisted ranks in social media have doomed our children to a life of lust and disappointment

It comes in waves
Deep within the spine. Tremors.
Surrounding flesh shivers until hairs stand straight
Like icy water, yet dry as cracked bone,
The sickness blisters the walls of the mind

Rage and fear force entry. Helpless.
Throwing themselves into every tunnel and passage
Hatred possesses the victim, wretches and screams echo,
As the soul cowers silently

The carnage collapses. An ill stillness.
Despair dances on a frozen lake of hope
Desire slowly withers away
Life drained from a vessel, like rain falls from the sky
It comes in waves.