Wet stones.

Sleep creeps, away

demons reason all day

draw the crawl, delayed play

recall what the crows say

to alleviate the serration of lunar rays

tidal waves, cliffs to caves of oceans paved

for tomorrows on its way

just when the shattered bedrocks, scatter in their decay.

Resistance is futile.

Deafness a death wish

of all coherence missed

where ill conceived words persist

insist with no reason to exist

letters, just shapes used by a lone ritualist

easily dismissed, ease is the cease-and-desist

to resist, is a broken open split wrist.

Sub-gain.

Cloud blazed with mortal rage

mounds raised spitting heated rain

cities razed by rocks engulfed in flames

for here lies the left festered brain

in all it's glory, in all it's pain

never alive, never lived, though destiny is death

again, again.

hRidden affliction.

Release, a piece 

believe, for peace

defeat, a fleet

retreat, for sleep

relief, concrete

grief repeats.