It's a fall down the stairs the deliberate action of miss guided steps rotates the axis of body and form That crashes fast the nightmare. I agonize to the pits decay the frolicking thoughts there displayed against the window frame the sheared glass Where drips the red dye of life. Crimson seeds populate the fragile delicate balance of pain To the nightly screams that draw Fills one sore to the unenlightened refrain. Ticking its seconds awaiting some external cure Bordering upon a fancy Lusting deaths mask to sweep and bind The lonely hour The desperate sigh. Raging inside begging between the ****** and some hope for light encouraged in the sinking that choking plea strangling the inconsistencies I court the dark riders course hoofs pounding nearer the hearts remorse Fades the gasp Of suicide.