I stand before the walls of a glorified failure as it tumbles beneath itself.
The nature of a grave danger, labored with a dire wager.
Plunges and crumple, into a pile of rubble
and to continue forth into a hidden tunnel.
Dirt stain fingers and my inner winner;
The only tools left to dig a way out of our rapidly crumbling puzzle.
You delivered me my unfathomable killer-
A ineradicable form of justice.
My sacramental, misjudgment of
a thrill gone astray.
Leaving me feeding the birds which prey on saints most days.
I stand before the wall as a simple thrall.
Dirt and grime painting my nails.
I stand in my hellish pit readying to climb.
Ready to rise from the plague surrounding me.
To fill my lunges with air, not lingering with death.
I am ready.
The bringer on the rise.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
I stand before the walls of a glorified failure as it tumbles beneath itself.
The nature of a grave danger, labored with a dire wager.
Plunges and crumple, into a pile of rubble
and to continue forth into a hidden tunnel.
Dirt stain fingers and my inner winner;
The only tools left to dig a way out of our rapidly crumbling puzzle.
You delivered me my unfathomable killer-
A ineradicable form of justice.
My sacramental, misjudgment of
a thrill gone astray.
Leaving me feeding the birds which prey on saints most days.
I stand before the wall as a simple thrall.
Dirt and grime painting my nails.
I stand in my hellish pit readying to climb.
Ready to rise from the plague surrounding me.
To fill my lunges with air, not lingering with death.
I am ready.
The bringer on the rise.
