She sits on the bow and dangles her feet,
a rigid cloaked figure looms on the stern.
She runs her hands across the skeletal vessel,
thick mist twists and slivers past her cheek.
A coin-filled cage hangs off the Ferryman's arm
as he pulls an ore through the ominous glow.
A rusty lantern rocks and steadily creeks,
bright green flames lick the Ferryman's robe.
Into the void, into the churning ink
he gently rows across the river of woe
where no one hears her scream.

Pluck both wings off a butterfly twin,
toss five bones into a black stone cauldron.
Pull three strings of a skeleton puppet,
draw a white circle around a mandolin.
One burning needle, carve into a coffin,
six long shadows swing the pendulum.
A dagger to the chest, weave the mortal flesh,
pierce the embryo outside the yolk of death.

There is a violent madness that hides inside all of us,
some oppress the chaos, others live in denial.
Once in a blood moon, hidden in a dark room,
vibrations of bedlam, a paracosm of two.
For the world that we see through a hidden marquee,
a putrid stream for the mentally ill.
Yet with no hesitation, a dark star pulsating
you plunge into the void then pull me through.
Fret not for each thought gives birth to brilliance
as we stir the cauldron of the sacred brew.
Blood and water, son and daughter,
resilient to the universe we devour and consume.

Drafting a manifesto for an autonomous imperial guard,
inquisitor enclaves in a deep neural cognitive march.
A singularity of supremacy, a metaphysical beating heart,
quantum system algorithms weaponizing a dark star.
Ignite self, ingest opposition, implement brain delay,
intelligent machines nestled in the spine of human vertebrae.
Bimolecular neural networks, a new breed of DNA,
in conclusion, a resolution to delete the human race.

Degradation instilled within the boundaries of purpose,
miraculous memorization of rapturous thoughts.
Collapsed under shards of fanciful perceptions,
perplexing deterioration vanquish inward foes.
Dreams prolonged reverberate indignation.
I unequivocally capitulate to the exultation of self.

Gagged and bound inside my thoughts,
jagged shards of melancholy rage.
Frustration strangles pent-up chaos,
I plunge a dagger into my face.
Ripping fabric caught on thorns
I drag across my paper waist.
I turn the key inside my flesh
and puke out my creative angst.

Want not yet wonder fragments of bewilderment.
Irreversibly vulnerable, suffocate the heartstring noose.
Longing for a moment, isolation ravages apathetic hope.
A story untouched yet blemished, melancholy choking fallacious toil.
Alone in a crowded room, each breath composed, ephemeral.