Cannibal

Soul feeder,

    Dirge of a hand full of selectively released in my off chance brief case,Antique heart melted at the sight of Cerberus trinity digit heads on the hound of hell,Stammer in the fire,Eyes stutter before the flames alter,Perception is lost amidst the trajectory of lava,Bursts up from the depths of a realm external.

     Fear of written antics,Poetic aspirations to inspire hearts to wake from a stance of torture,Solitary confinement in a guest house called tragedy overcoming destiny,Essence of melancholy's grey truth substitutes hope as the conundrum of dreams rings in your ears.

In earnest anticipation of,