Map me out a plan for the rest of my life,

tell me who I am

And where I stand

for I’m too weary to pretend.

I’m wiser now, I know

the lesson clear

I will always lack control.

Some days, I feel the waves of energy pick me up

And pull me out to sea,

I’m holding restraint

And it’s choking me,

I’m holding restraint,

And it’s drowning me.

And as I sink between the vibrational ocean of content,

And the proverbial atmosphere of regret,

I reach for my map to show me the way,

but the words have all blurred and washed away.

©S.J.Reed

As you fumble through your supply, desperately seeking a soul to carry the burden of your pain and poor choices, I will be flying through desert aqueducts to lay eye on the dark carnage. Dressed in metallic armor, embossed with blue jewels, slaying the phantasms that rise from the ashes of your lie.

And when I land the void will shake from my piety, causing your spirit to fracture into a trillion shards of light and the heavens will echo your name no more.