golden fingers laid off of the land
leaving all those sane, tranquil
the starving fall at her command
swaying to a stop at her ankles

the hungry upon a star
wish not to be assembled
for the death they have escaped
is the help that keeps them trembled

signs of wear from a single use
euphemism is one to heal
they run away from ones cut loose
too much blare makes it hard to feel

The beat at a steady rise
splintering the mind at my demise
fueling the ache that I crave
the few chosen to enslave

Water into flowing wine
spilling out to be divine
intoxicate my head
turn all outcomes red

indefinite visions of end
watch as I descend
spiraling circles of screams
choosing the dire over dreams

mindful decisions
mindless precisions
falling into insanity
incoherent vanity

how fast she condescends
the force that brings this fall to an end
the promised light
leads to the last goodnight