5 Past Midnight

A persistent black trails my wake,

haunted faces linger in a mirror;

Taunted by existence.

Shattered...

Thoughts, failed by actions;

A letter written, ink is blood.

Words spoken to silence,

God is chaos.

Come to me minions,

whisper me lies, truth is tainted;

Carrions tear at the flesh, feed demons.

Carved in skin, a name;

Speak not...
Displayed, suggestive and strong;
Sultry beckons.

Veins lead to a past, cherished happiness;
Moments not forgotten, never to return.
Euphoric patriotism, pretentious care.

Passion lacks judgement,
Love is persuasive, irrational.
Compassion is empty.

Death, free me swiftly.