My visions are forsaken,
Once imprisoned and sentenced,
All sicken, feeling broken,
Heavy test and easily tended,
Fury is all blurry, feel buried,
I need my pills to feel, not to heal,

Cascade of color upon the wall,
Facade humor inside of a crawl,

My tests written before the best,
Life shed and very little paid,
Back to bed, the comfort of the dead,
Leave them to rest, pressed against,
Shades provided by branches, peace, I think it is,
I just want happy, can I, maybe today,

Sapphire fire, citrine place and jade blades,
Crimson choir, indigo stakes, taken in trade,

My tasks left at the hands of men,
Nice brand for a writer left again,
Bleeding land and text for sand,
Ink scam, another tainted tin can,
Words of wisdom, colors of prison,
The dead can wait, at least for the living's sake...

...Walking on.

Dark as all hell! I like it!

Especially the last stanza. Really outstanding imagery there.

Well done.

This slow moving poison, of firer's torment, fills every vein and artery within, downward I descend, passing Hell with my yell.


Nice write man, and good timing,wink,

I like it too!

I agree, it ends with a bang like a lot of your writes do.

Thank you, everyone. Means a lot, really, thanks.

My tasks left at the hands of men,
Nice brand for a writer left again,
Bleeding land and text for sand,
Ink scam, another tainted tin can,
Words of wisdom, colors of prison,



Love this. I adore your writes, Fear.

I enjoyed what you wrote there.

Thank you both, always appreciate the comments.

Are you sure this isn't nightmares of Cadmium?

Dreams can be both good and bad. These are not nightmares by any stretch, they are self-reflection.

Thanks for the read, Abra.