Collapse

Maddened bird within its cage,
Nips and caws at every shade,
Lovely plumage adorns a rage,
Burning burning, never staid.

Iron bars of neural paths,
A pain, a stain, a vile craft,
Spiteful sacrament ever baths,
Castaway on her lonesome raft.

Prayers spill from feeble lips,
And feeble legs drop and sit,
Like ever drifting ghostly ships,
A cold wax digit, never lit.

A lovely dream to horizon sails,
Flesh in hard and hardened hell,
Cold wolf cry that mourns and wails,
Glass eyes pallid, and never tell,

Of the collapse.