An early red mist
With open fists
Embrace of those missed
Witness of witlessness
Listlessly, this must be
Fitness, physically
Torn from reality
By trade, betrayed
Slain, I fade into a deeper shade
Raided, jaded by grey day cascade
Afraid of a frayed serenade delayed
By fire flayed of a darkness within
Sinfully skinned scales of a martyr again
Darkened, addicted
Admired, afflicted
Unknown, as predicted
Above ground, unaffected
Yet shattered, forlorn
Unfettered, unborn
Shorn from a blood harvest
collected from thought
I retreat to darkness
Smirking at the unwrought
Consequence of consciousness
As it passes by the sleeping spirit of purity and love
Fabled, all above
Spoken, untrue
Through the blue haze
Replacing the red
Calming white rapids
To follow the thread
Is to impose a soft tread
Never dead, life is like sunset, leaving
From the buzz of a fiery day
To a serene, wet evening