Folly
crimson teardrops
fall in scarlet rain
my jaded soul
reflected in
the mirror darkest
my mortal heart
rended from
flesh so weak
and disgourging
spider like talons
crawls towards its
own self-destruction
demons of my
own design
slither and wind
ascending from
the charnel chasm
the abyss reflected
in diamond faceted eyes
all fall to the scythe
given time
both ally and enemy
die mortal deaths
no different from the last
an endless sea of uniform grey
this sad truth
that all is finite
altruism pointless
in the grand scheme
indignantly we scream
false prophecy to the world
uncaring of response or answer
only demanding a voice amid
the unyielding cacophony
selfishly demanding to be noticed
my words now merely amble
across this decaying page
devoid of purpose
yet still I press on
a prisoner in my own mind
the drudgery of existence
still I must carry on
for it is all
that you or I
shall ever truly know