Submissions by Son-of-Perdition

River of red the color of dread.
Surrounded by scabby mountains
flowing smoothly.

Leap over the sides of the canal with determination
And spread your red eternal damnation with
                                               misplaced interpretations.
Roll from the banks in beads of beauty and envelope
Surrounding minuscule obstacles in sticky saturation
to cause the minds elation.

And hardens the codeword D and protruding red peninsula.
The
red
stops
flowing.
All around the red is roaming, stopped by a natural programming....

I have been in the shadow of the valley of death.
I have lain with the dead and dying.
I have caught the stench of rot with every breath,
I can’t get out, but still I’m trying

I step in blood, I have before.
There’s a stream of it,
it doesn’t matter anymore.
I once tried to drink it,
but it leaked out of my pores

I try to talk to one of them,
these demons of flesh,
there souls, condemned.
His words are not fresh,
he tells me with a throat of flem:

I am in the shadow of the valley of death.
I lie with the dead and...

Dying in the city street.
There’s no one left for me to meet,
no one here while the city sleeps
and wipes away the tear stained streaks
bind with road on empty asphalt
and painted lines broken in pieces
with pock marked smooth
entertaining metal fleeces.

Barren now these shells of alloy,
safest made for a five star grade,
could not save the people from what awaited,
the human race knew they were perforated
but nobody knew that it could happen,
and now here we are in the cold
being rained on by our broken dreams.

I wish that...