Deference, Diminuend - Fall Of The Leafe

Hellfire burns.

This I can well feel.

Before long

All sense will be lost to distances afar

I have been a witness to the

Collapse of all respect.

Without the wit or will

The humour of all this torment lies entirely, without exception, in the

Pitiful sarcastic voids it itself holds within

Laughter.

And never it has been mine in

These moments that I am held captive

To.

Withering is the correct attribute to describe my realities

Sadness can, at it’s utmost state, lead to what I am at the

Shades of blackened lights.

Immolation

Massacré® I could come out of this irrelevancy.

Nonsense, so much nonsense but

never

And hear: never!

Never it is that to me

Let me fall.

Regrettably my obituaries can reach the starlit Ferniaah s,

where-ever

They may lurk at whichever time and space

I cannot but consider vomiting — sensing the fierce reek of the lack of wisdom

You exhibit.

Calm down

Light the candles and consider taking leave