Tides of darkness swallow your mind,
Splitting the sheets of red silk
Laid upon by dirty hands. They grab you,
A crowd of thieves taking possession while
Humming a chorus of hissing stares.
In an instant the dirt that’s thrown turns to a thousand stars
Strewn across the canvas of a marked sacrifice.
Blood drips from their brow, infinite marks
Stretched out upon their palm.
The shrieking doesn’t stop, echoes of constant tune
Haunting bellows trapped in a vacuum.
Those eyes sunk deep into pulp, a stare sterilized
By blurry lights and nauseating delusion.
There are no crossroads here; it’s a brick wall.
Your human shell ripped at the seams,
Peeling the crest of existence onto their faces.
The scraping of transgression leeches to you
Decaying into your pours, streaming into your blood.
You feel it. You breathe it.
Every pumping beat that flows through you
Claws you passed consciousness.
But your cries are heard,
They part heaven with tears.
And as silence remains in His court
No flower shall bud, no beauty shall smile.
His strength summons the last breath
While Redemption is spread among the shadows,
And in a final resounding cry; It is finished.
Written by Catherine Caird