Haunting

Smiling at the arched dagger
Even if unorthodox, feeling the slashed arteries
Standing where evil was brought to his knees
Gloom slowly filling every atoms of uneasiness
Sneering at once trusted emotions

(Actually sat on a concrete bench in broad daylight
Killing time, spending existence in searching void)

I wonder how life will be, with a hope that dies eternally
Reality fading, my grasp flutters on logical failure
Degeneration of humanity flowing within, with hymnodies and similes
Cataleptic true being, fleeing toward introspection

From which point of view have I been expelled from?
Resenting failure even while succeeding, possessed by the inevitable
Suicided darkness, as left a myriad of unfoldment
Anguish seems to sooth while refracting

It is so cold here, no warmth to flatten the desire in life, only pale
Reflections of neverwere, clawing toward the unavoidable
Calculating my own downfall, with upheaval balance
Everyone seems to own a piece of heaven...

Incapacitate my own synthesized judgment:
Reality strikes forth, idled before my (assigned) kins, urban decrepitude
Again and again, paying the debts of my humanity
Lost in understanding of wondering (How can I endure?)

And haunted I am in this dead world of ever-raping kindness
It is the " how " I now foreswear
Flows more sadness from a tortured whiteness
Than a conclusive and, futile, colourless life ...---.