“Child was born beneath tempestuous skies

Cursed with heartless beady Biddiblak eyes…”

Far too late to change

Scorched earth still aflame

This loathsome path engaged

From cradle to awaiting grave…

Unbalanced from an early age

Ever lunging at the leash

With foaming bit champed at

A dire misfire at the neuromuscular junction

Disrupting any chance of fueling regular function

A constant buzzing, erratic nature

Frozen from a future where a thaw could break through

Utterly inescapable but what efforts were made?

Each opportunity given another chance for disdain

A tragic and terrifying tale

Seemingly insurmountable

From the very beginning

Chasing mange ridden tail in flailing circle motions

No miracle cure, no magic potions

Unflinchingly Antagonistically

Belligerently igniting every volatile keg

Under influence from constant ghastly surroundings

Painting darker shades with a toneless pallet

She was raised to consume hatred

Fed on destruction she will stop at nothing…

Mounting decades of waste

All consuming rage

Her strident gait unchanged

Fuming furnace unabated…

(Guiltless…)

A dreaded diagnosis stops the world before her eyes

Blood coughed once in disbelief now a scarlet tinted sign

Never more perturbed, never more stillness found

Than in this rattled skull so famished for connection, for common ground

Nothing.

The loneliest vale performed by empty orchestra

Silent fanfare deafening, echoing throughout the suffocating air…

Reality bites a fatal visceral chunk

As storm clouds settle overhead

Yet she’ll still find time, aggressively primed

To kick and scream toward the bitter end

She will court chaos ‘til her last breath…

Unbalanced, ever off-kilter

Trudging through the misery

With crooked glance fixed on

Distributing malice every step of the way

Fated force of nature, primal, untamed

A fiery blaze, a hellish reign

Broken, jagged pieces scattered in her vengeful wake

Utterly unstoppable, a thunderous roar

Unleashed upon the world, pure vessel of scorn

A rabid gnashing snarl

Snapping ever more viciously

With darting eyes set on

Chasing the dragon in a permanent daze

‘Neath a pungent fug of sulphurous, bilious haze

Repeatedly, unyieldingly

Remorselessly disruptive in unbridled tidal waves

Under influence from a self prophetic existence

Dredging the depths for danker mires to plummet

Counting down the seconds

As the chimes begin to toll

Substance pouring freely

From bloodshot eyes and junk-rot nose

Slipping fast as colour fades

Cogitation setting in

Poring through the pages

Of the past for salvation

Blank and stained with time

Dust coated, mould-damped grime

No answers nor forgiveness

No clarity of mind…

Nothing.

Smur begins to fall, lightly passive spits

The gentlest touch she’d ever know

Her loosening grip (a former iron fist)

Can only hold on for so long…