Time slams still

as Anger

Bleeding, Beats

through Breasts 

     of Broken Admiration ~

a Seething Sense

    of Sacrilege Scourges 

already Tightened Tendons

   ’til they torment

my Maddened Mind

  into thinking

the only Cure Remaining:

    Revengeful Restoration

         for my Withering Soul

a Cursed Condemnation

   of Uncharitable Calculations

while the Truest Fear foreseen ~

   an Unfortunate Future

                                         for me.