Civilized Chaos

in the midst of the shakes and screams, out jumps the night.

to rattle the chains of a legion of dark memories, trapped and frozen in this 

sugar cane casket alone save just a thought of hell's winter, i am therefore i think...

solitude is misleading in broad brush strokes, where the will to break meets uncertainty.

from this frame, my canvas will be my coffin, and the wings of the enemy will carry me aloft to collide with my unjust destiny.. no sleep for the wicked, no justice for the judged.