confession

And your story was scrawled there
written in blood on pages of silk
Chapters of disbelief and greed
Narrations twisting into tedium
Factoring your chances in the twilight
Right there, on page 235
How I came to you
How I came to be
Fearless and certain in your life
In your destined mediocrity
By now your eyes are sore from candlelight
Careful script for a careless boy
Ageless apocalypse waiting the last verse out
What was the mechanism that drove you?
I can still hear your rusted gears grinding
Grinding your way back Home
Embrace this crimson catastrophe
Overwhelming sensation of being watched
Has you writing faster
On your knees, 10-penny nails digging deeper
Allowing the words to break free
Bastions of peace lost on you now
Illusory projections of forever held you in sway
Detail me further
The gods and trees see you well
They are waiting to read your final thoughts
Convoluted bullshit you saved since age 3
Pain dripping from the pages
Rage and discipline doctoring out-stretched hands
Hold to me tighter
Hold me to my Word
Your last chapter will write itself.