Broken Shards of Life

Broken desert skies
Fields of barren gray
Hearts of leather
Feet of coal and oil
Torn limb from limb
And suffering the loss of my soul

Enumerated everything
Lacking vitality
Depleted of memories
And deprived of time
Lost in a sea of one’s self

The toss, the struggle
When life feels lost
And hope is a distant recall
Brilliance beyond belief
At the slightest break
In what has become
MoNoToNy

The bore of sorrow
The thrash of pain
Leads the way to nothing
But more verbose actions
Wrenching at space itself
In an endless, fatal game

And at the climax
Of which is nothing...
Nothing more than sameness
A break of likeness occurs
Shattering the all too dull void
That rides these tattered skies
On the wings of eagles
That turn to vultures
When inspected with a greater scrutiny

So question-less, on must float
The stuff of legend
And the dreams of fact
Truth denied
And in right ought to be
But by reason alone
Ought not

Choose carefully one’s next step
Hell waits for the foolish
And damnation for the hurried
And destruction for the ignorant
And for the sinners, salvation!