Order

You're not welcome here

Precarious territory deficient in function and form

Warning posted clearly upon the facade

Windows show of wanton pillage

Structural carnage leads to irregular footing

Management stands amid bedlam moving in stoic repression

Surveying damage without acknowledging legitimacy

Tabulated fractal of strewn reflections and vehemence

Shattered dreams drowning to extinguish the inferno

Sacrifices they made to spite the very soul

Auxiliary blasts unphased by welcomed trespassers

Demons lie complacent with exposed tissue and bone

Still pulling the strings for macabre dances

Controlled by embers where fingers once hung daintily

Monsters cemented to cages decrepit and razed

Awaiting gleaming structure before rattling their cages

Swelling with hunger by gnawing on gaunt bones

Skeletons tight-lipped despite closetless station

Anarchy managing all providence and pride

No police or criminals lurk about this mess

The skin they share capacious and safe

Exits clearly marked on horizon of infinity

Shadows surrounded by light vibrant with disgust

Weeping dust from cobweb filled eyes

No skyscraper ruined for landscape of slaughter

Tortured metropolis occupancy singular from inception

Welcome to The Order

Welcome to my mind

Reviews

[Alex Ryder]

"You're not welcome here....welcome to my mind." Is the shift in sentiment intentional? If not, I recommend leaving it the way it is- it's quite good! I often feel the same way about my own mind. Minds can be terrifying places- you do an excellent job of showing that! Just one question- what do you mean by "Welcome to The Order?"

[Wynter Ignatius]

The Order is my brain and thought patterns.

[Alex Ryder]

I understood that, but why did you call it "The Order?"

[Wynter Ignatius]

Play on words like "Military Intelligence" or calling a big guy "Tiny." I've often referred to my brain as a complex web of Amtrak trains that constantly crash and derail.

[Alex Ryder]

Ah, Amtrak. Always good for referencing a complete catastrophe or something of the sort.

[A. Amos]

Deep and profound piece of art, good work...

[Wynter Ignatius]

It has confused people as evident the some reviews, but then again, show me a person without a cluttered mind and I will show you an empty soul.