figments.

Happy to live in blissful igniminy, now
Destruction knows my inner most divinities.


Distraught to learn the simplicity of my fate
Decked in riddles written in stone
known only to the dirty few
who bleached my heart's revelations
in critical colours
full until spat at death's cool knell--
left to fool the fettered shoals-
deigned to detail the fatal reign
of last summer's shot-eyed nectares
that tore in two the flakey bone
of rabid damnation--
LIVID last laments crashing on uncaring ears-
slashing fears without regard---
soulless upstarts scorning confessions
before empty courts--
long caught in the blasphemies that belittled
their own unintentions--
strewn upon crowns of ash
lying like numbers on their owners' tonics---