life has felt
eerily similar to
a car crash filmed
in black and white
a silent film of
distorted pains
with nary a whimper
to differentiate
the scene breaks
as black blood pools
in solemn waves
slowly consuming
the intrepid fool
in a liquefication of
obsidian disasters

the film stretches
flame spreads across
metal canisters to
engulf the theatre
a cacophony of screams
muted as the velvet
curtains smolder in
the catastrophic bones
where madness swirls
sparking fireflies
the embers of dreams
coursing on the stale
wind of simpering hope
as the onyx tide rises
to engulf the last
twitching delusions of
fluttering insanity