x Torment x
Kerosene lamps swing like garrulous drunks, outside red brick taverns.
An array of beggars and thieves pass through the city, like sinister, rumbling trains in the night.
Their bitter words of vengeance, coil and twist rabidly around and through the telephone wires.
Underneath the poison tree, fake prophets make false profits from her sinking dependencies.
The devouring dragon can never chase her away, from the dark underbelly of nefarious ways.
Her pearl sun has left her red sky.
Her eyes have shrunk to a pin prick.
Her tide goes out, for one last time.
Torment is now my mentor.
I hang from ropes of furious fire, between the windows of heaven and hell.
A disease of screams rings out in the forest of my mind.
Hostile birds glare down at me upon the procellous viaduct, as they rattle chilling keys against the brooding prison cell of my pining bones.
The deafening dawn is rising and I am on borrowed time.
Sanguinary grenades are driving down like rain.
Dear peardrop, where are you now to save me from my abyss?
x J J E x