Dying Destiny

Dwindling coals
Of crimson life
Lie abed cold Ashes
Demure
Obscurity presides
Forgetfulness resides
And embraces
With emaciated arms
Starved
Carved
From hatred
Destiny beckoned
Promising fruition
Of deep yearnings
But the enchantment of distraction
Enticement alluringly won
Attention from this lost
Soul
Whole
Full
No more
Gore
Sings a song of wailing precedence
Hollow mind
Dying heart
Be its residence

Sanctity of unadulterated destiny is dead