Tombstone alchaholics

Walk small
Small talk
But only Draw in chalk

Own there kingdoms
And find each day

That

They covet fear

Mindful only
Of their
Tears

With which
To
fill
There
moats

So daily find them
Writ of pain
Though pain

To they devote.

mi·sog·y·nis·tic
Mesthenth throope
Drops a dime a day
makes the day a lesser​ pain
And spreads the pain
For gain.

Palate base within the dusk,

Behold a weathered shape,

Lifted from a lifeless nap,
Vilified and namely wraith.

Who's maw upon,
And Scarlet gaze,
force this visage gape.

Utter name and he to come,

To warrant nip of nape.

Form unbound,
Forwarn, for late, for now of course,  
To wait.

With peril
 
thee the plight,
That snares the breath of hope of life,
With listless appetite.

A
Hunger finds
the flesh abide
Hunger
honest true

And
Hunger
True and tried

for all the angels shun thee sight,
For he In darkness  hide.

We patient herd his trade in stock​.
And pestilence he be.

A

Villian, cur, thing off hate.

For not of

Slight

of cowards might
And of countless hate.



A wasting ill, with famined course,
To drain the sun, it's light.

Did Force
My
Aim
Sure
Of fight


My shape
And Siloute

Of
Count
And
Desperate

So
now of fearing,

against this fighting,
thoughts alighting,
hope
 Found the
sound retreat.

With  such Horrors of the desperate.
On terrors​ chest to beat.

Such is fault , to mind of me and find a safer hell.
To fall into past
And
Find, to cause me pause.

Of such things did find  my eye.
To found me question cause.

My hallow wasting,
which i held.
For which i did embrace,

Did "Call", this thing,
This Thing of dark,
To me Invest and  trip embark ,
And on thee purpose stake.

Then a  moment's Glance , refracted moment, not distracted,
Held me in the now.
Ether of the truth was mirror,
To a tether held.

Drained of lie to be his lamb,
An I to be his life.
Would dance again,
again, again!
We - of mettled​  strife.

How I feel, about it now
The killing of a clock
About I face
In this disgrace
The damper of a knock

Sic semper Fi
And time denign
The Seconds  passing so

For thought i fought not to digest
With  bed  no comfort rest

And now I see
the folly of the restlessness​
Of the dead
Curcimstance has made it so
And dread I made it be

The waiting of the perfect chime
caught the worse of me
And stumble from a thought
Of there and then I would now be

When then of now
should do me fine
With madness ever see

While all the world around
Will spin
And ever
disagree

Gravity Pulls

Our forms to be

Us 

Ferociose things 

and full of wonder 
Coalesced
A singularity 

Then

Light gave  sight
To halo Rings 

cast black by the unknown.

As 

Matter found 
in vapor  form,
gave lift
To humbled fret

As This

A contract , 

dully met

Is thee
Unbalanced bet

Thus of this
the arch

of
spark


And metronomal
Mark

Are

Atoms and matter 
Space and time 

Those truths of ,Light and dark

And with such tools
so crude
To brood

To flame 
And fuel
A spark

Creation  cold
Creation still
Creation void and stark

So
this
Reclusive 
Alcamest

A Sentient being
adrift 

Does
refuse 
His
piety
Such god
of gastly note

So
due I hail 
Thee
full of spite 
Destroyer 
Jubilant 

And Respond

Of you 
no word 

A Shepard
Nought of
Herd 

Of countless time
With rhythms rhyme 

Reiterate 
Time spent 

Oh the hour
Spent of you
Lent not of your ear



Oh creature
coward 
Faceless you
And
I
The
Waiting
lamb

Who 
gave to me

a hand of sand

The
grains, 
owned 
by 
the 
****** 

And woe of he
The ward of space


Gate 
keep

Absent 

grace

Riddled with 
A failing mind


Our Blessed 
Heathen *****

For

Surly plans
unknown, unwind
Of what we too endure


This 

An empty 

Formulaic

Tombe of ancient tune


speaks this  code
A wayword
 vice

Such
Absent 
paradise 
In

higher planes
finds he abode 
Neglectful father form

And

finds he 
solice 

As 
He
Demands 

Souls
For
Evermore 

So faceless form
Unmask thyself

Disarm
With 
Your 
Descent


For us 
The mortal
Masses

Ask nought 
With no consent