Haunting

Smiling at the arched dagger

Even if unorthodox, feeling the slashed arteries

Standing where evil was brought to his knees

Gloom slowly filling every atoms of uneasiness

Sneering at once trusted emotions

(Actually sat on a concrete bench in broad daylight

Killing time, spending existence in searching void)

I wonder how life will be, with a hope that dies eternally

Reality fading, my grasp flutters on logical failure

Degeneration of humanity flowing within, with hymnodies and similes

Cataleptic true being, fleeing toward introspection

From which point of view have I been expelled from?

Resenting failure even while succeeding, possessed by the inevitable

Suicided darkness, as left a myriad of unfoldment

Anguish seems to sooth while refracting

It is so cold here, no warmth to flatten the desire in life, only pale

Reflections of neverwere, clawing toward the unavoidable

Calculating my own downfall, with upheaval balance

Everyone seems to own a piece of heaven...

Incapacitate my own synthesized judgment:

Reality strikes forth, idled before my (assigned) kins, urban decrepitude

Again and again, paying the debts of my humanity

Lost in understanding of wondering (How can I endure?)

And haunted I am in this dead world of ever-raping kindness

It is the " how " I now foreswear

Flows more sadness from a tortured whiteness

Than a conclusive and, futile, colourless life ...---...