fixations find gravitational stability yet never claim closure
orbiting a threat or a treat while pondering whether prey or predator
losing sense of self for a sacrificial singularity of no exactitude
no solace in connecting with just a piece of an attitude
draining all that encapsulates the richness of the soul
a self fulfilling prophecy that leaves one with a heavy toll
an addiction to the antithesis of nature’s nurture
grave spells of bondage and insidious yet alluring cultures
beautiful sirens call for the mighty’s fall and demise
listen with care, be careful what words can do, does one realize
space of crucification lies a penchant for exercising hyper-vigilance
neverland had never been so close but so far to vengeance
deadly existential tendrils trap the vulnerable human spirit
desecrating the intrinsic worth of life’s existence experiencing it
bringing both the corrupt and innocent from the womb to the tomb
pray as I will that these neurotic fissures aren’t always my doom
