Ringing of time

Forgotten fog havens my hurt and colors my devastation with angst. Let them see not hatred's cry and love letters benevolent attempts wasted. Hedonism lavished and oiled once abundant, once fruitful, now sprouts it's cock of thorns. To pretend and endure is to nestle in the great bosom of allowed masochism. Thresholds constant familiarity tethers my feet from crossing over into the paws of freedom. Lava spews from my mouths wrath, my voice in its stance to right the wrong done unto me rasps. My head cradled in tired palms, allowing the oceans salt to sting my wounds I once licked to continue living. Let it sizzle and burn, marinating my labors of regretted matrimonial love taught by the false Pharisees who guilt for greed. Daggered lies stabbing and crucifying the remnants of my youth to it's wooden bed of soaked deceit. Courage was not hoped for, it was read to me and birthed unto dedicated pages hidden in the dark tolls of nighted warnings. The fornication of father time and his mistress perfection, they test my will and patience to breach. Anger thickens in the air I breathe hearing the humpings in the back roads of vows and witnesses. Bridges dilapidated from scorned forgiveness now weak over stale water. Time is soon to climax in it's perfected fever thrusting the hourglass to spill it's dues. I tread weary over scattered guilt littering the floor where Christmas trees once stood. Now, carols of funerary hymns are sang over it's wintery grave. I pray for the hour Odin's raven talons my surrender and journeys me towards the howls of my nocturnal fate. Though lived as I have and spent as it were, let the commas of mother fate ring true my great exodus shown in omens and written in poetic prophecy.