Cycles
Death a coin flip,
Two sides engaged
In Fate’s tricks.
I could care!
Either side a loss,
Sorrow sips sweet.
Deny! Deny!
Future days?
None on my side.
A visual abyss?
Perhaps molten rock
Pouring like honey.
Dig,dive,design
Some meaningless purpose
Only to return
To a flip,
One ding and
A splat and
That’s that!
Maybe I will
Find this nectar!
For now I
Face the treacherous
Deep
Where the void
Of creation sleeps,
In a laughing
Trench of mischief!
That’s that!
Fate a jester.
Dismiss my hatred,
Underground is a
Perilous place.
I awake,dine,
Them whisper to
Unscathed steps awaiting
Some notice for
My departure, I’ll
Be out soon,
Soon I will
Leave, just awaiting
A ding and
A silent splat.
Anger evaporates,
Boiling desire below.
Pain tempts Destruction,
Sparking vexing embers,
Each dwelling flames.
Death a coin,
Two-faced,
Always turning for
Better or worse.