Cephalic Drought

Soils cracked, hides blistered
As my social contract breached
Despised that past being

Iron fists pounding, ants marching

Rivers drained, winds ceased
To be alone, rather isolated
A virtue no one ever wanted

Beasts bellowed, humans abused
The remaining straws been untied
Forgotten, banished beyond recognition

Hate’s regenerating, trust’s degenerating

Crimson streams flooded, black sky dimmed
Penance for the living mortals
My bodies carcassed, defleshed, cindered

Sun hesitated, morning refused
Hard to set this mind to nix
Mist substantiates my body obviously

Reason’s disintegrating, dementia’s killing.