WITHERING REAP

I walk on broken glass while awake.

I’m blind yet I fly,

I soar the skies with no true purpose

A cadaverous smile branded on my face

Shedding light on this darkness.

But hey what’s a little mischief?

Sparkle and twinkle,

Bounce around little mystique

A secret riddle concealed by everlasting demise

Enclosed by shining-dark eerie naughtiness

Unable to be seen nor found

I soar the skies with no true purpose,

I soar the skies for my own delight,

I lead the blind into the night,

I lead myself into the haunting,

Creeps and spooks and taunts and chills

I soar the skies reaping psyches

For my own thrill,

For that is my dreary position

In this merciless, murky sphere.

Love it or not

My dark-side is upon thee

And the day has come.