Illusions of Hell

Cold worlds possession

Rode in on a troubled horse

A turtle rocks his back
 

And forth cast

Into their domain

Black flag mast

Her gallop scattered

Past bane chatter

Lingered on by

Last trip's feign

 

Lucid dreams rebirthed in shadows

Spurred and fed, an outclassed tempo

Bluebird screams, spent am I

Forecast fallow, left to die

Aglow the breech birth, scheme's illusive
 

Sprawling cast thrown at my view

Misconstrued by chats sewn call

Emblazon sky thrashes with precious omens

Potent autoecious whisperers phase in

To seed their unlikely truths

And I reap them.
 

Shadows crawl out of the Earth

Birthing doubt of all known

Feasting on my trembling body

Foggy mind, crumbled by the beast

Focused on what they tell me

Agreeing well they cut and joke

Invoking fear near and well

It tells me

"I am here"