Numb & Blind... VIII

Subordinate writhing,

   In post flames keep my constant straight drugged vampire sleep addicted blood jacket and my ever silently present cursed electric doom throne you entitle: Chair... And I shall exist amidst the ashes of all; The inevitably doomed, Tangled in an urn no one's wanton to forgotten mantle retrieve.

In lieu of existing,
As stolen parts.
Not a whole.