Implode

Watch me as I travel down,
the realm of remains left undone.
Thousands of years ago
under the sun.
Time passes faster
with each coming day.
As the merry go round
Remains to play
with the sands of time.
Marching to a new day.
Breaking ground
as the demon roars.
As we watch toasting
the anticipation sores.
The hatred planted
so easily.
With a bomb or two
thrown so freely.
With in the natural simulation.
That we are truly at war.
However, It is only sanctification,
where the sins become lore.
Going round and round,
in the
placid,
psychedelic,
psychopathic,
pathetic
remains of the day.
The ground breaks open
only to release the past,
A true trespasser's disaster,
for the remains that last.
The rings now broken,
as shallow graves
Reaching with in
with out a soul to save.
Pandora's box is so very
enticing.
However the price
to open the domain.
The simulation now real,
the hand now twisted,
on hollowed ground.
How does the shoe
from the other foot feel.
To destroy,
seek,
maim,
desire,
deploy.
Rings broken one by one.
As a new day sets,
upon the quiet sun.
Is the merry go round
moving to fast
or perhaps it is you
that is cast
like pearls
in the slop.
Neglecting,
negating,
negotiating,
souls.
Leaving the space of time
itself
to watch the world
implode.