To Catch A Falling Knife

to whom these walls are set to free behold the throne of alienation To prise apart conflicting deflections Heed the price of Inaction…. inaction... Sickened with a torpid heat eternal night encroaching on another existence I cannot explain what’s happening Shattering nausea permeates The omen resonates Rise below the beyond, saturate With sufferance ascribed to weakness Frozen into the pantheon A recent death in the family had brought it to my attention It seems I may have been running out of life A bitter song within their hearts Our will to change the universe Ineffable with clarity A language only I can fathom Among the thoughts not meant to be A darker world that I envision