Behind Onyx Skies

Wager against the tidal rifts
Subject the mind to lent behavior
Collect all titles, quipping grins
That awakes the waiting savior

Slept all through the sinking day
But demanded supplemented rhyme,
Worried clock’s twisting arms
That embraced slow slipping time.
Mounted chaos slithers by
With wilted hands cupping hearts,
Feet tangling along rubble grounds
That sews together what’s been apart.

Lumbering thoughts
Escape mind’s device
And although the hands reach out to snatch
These thoughts find outside quite suffice.
Refuge found but never had;
The ticking of this weighted clock,
Mocking what is past this reach –
A mask that remains always locked.

Wait for the destiny
That sings what whispers find,
Jaded behind onyx skies,
Destroyed a once forgotten mind.