Rain Hell Upon

Scar by _trisly

Hollow chants ringing my ear,

When none left to hold dear.

To be reminiscent of ages past

is to shatter dusk for love's fast.

Woe upon me, startled by hands

that no longer mine, rivers blur.

A gateway to mind's hell,

They boil for a foul soul fell.

Once the room hushes into void,

Ailment to be condemned, I the lone

wonderer of a heart devoid,

Gasps on to a few heart's strings

Annihilation falls upon my shoulder

not to reborn, but for a soul to smolder.

For combustion to set a blaze

me is hell's call, God's to praise.

Hollow chants, disturbed flames,

a soul visage of what it was.

Stuck in a darkness of claims

my death, an applause, through Her claws.

Once the man ate the apple

Was it tyranny or curiosity?

Once her temple down I rippled,

Was it atrocity or ferocity?

We, the untamable beasts, linger,

As the greatest of darkness whisper.

For every endeavor good, the thin line

of our lives' chaste devour us.

As the veins of unkind are filled

through animosity, I, too, act

on a form beastly with horns

piercing the steel hearts and temples.

Once it burned, hell's a mist

that surrounds lone soul.

A flesh never needed, melting wrist,

Now engulfs the victim whole.

Who will keep heads up once

necks melt for love's dunce?

Put a bucket beneath them

awaiting at the gates, a scrum.

Hollow chants packing with flames

that never surrendered or tamed,

Blank faces with devoid of names,

Pushing a journey's end, eternally flamed.

Immolation of our lives' harvest,

The gloom only grows with silence.

Then the fire devours to coagulate

the very essence of me within.

No lullaby or pages of life to chant,

I, but a mere man, walked the Earth.

With me stood the vessel of time

only to be burdened by man's scourge.

April 27, 2026

The streets smell like fried onions no longer.