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, carved 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