Dancing with fate at the party of the year. Playing cards with the Angel of Death and the Saints of Chaos. No sleep until the night fades. Steadying the barrel against the head of the sniper while standing in the sights of the watcher in the window, contemplating the idea of having a gun to your head. Raining blood in a field full of the bodies of the faithful servants lost in the void. Hoping the sun will wash away your fears and all the things you never said. Navigating a spiral staircase leading to the empty hollows of a wasted life. Waiting at the bottom with secrets unwanted and thoughts unwelcome.   

  Looking over your shoulder while you bury your bodies in the blood soaked earth beneath the charred skies of war. Watching you through the window with steady aim but no will to play God. Keep your head down when all the people you hurt come calling for your piece of sanity.

     Stay away from the Windows in the Parlor, the people are too curious to be left alone in the yard. They watch with interest as they are sent like sheep to the slaughter. You’ve read all the books, but the meaning was unclear. The nails in my hands are starting to hurt you, but the pain is hidden behind prophecies and echos lost. Listin or I’ll kill you, the next great motto.

     Don’t touch the frail, the drunks are all sleeping. Chisels in hand, the youth go off to carve our future. Bleak and dreary, the past was much brighter, but everything in life is worth perishing. What’s in the box? Its all your hopes and dreams.      Only an afterthought in today’s queue. The soldier says goodbye at the last stop. The cliffs look much larger from here. Rifle steady, heart cold, the wind stopping to rest. Tug at fate and watch the infant cry for his mother before the plunge into the House of God.

     Stay away from the Windows in the Parlor, its not safe in here. All the things that are left undone will wait in solice. The requiem was short and the crowd small. No light for the children to play. What was the point of all your sleeping if your nightmare came true? Does that gun in your hand scare you? The darker the fall of night.