Fall

Smothered, patience wanes her cure morning bites more than one can chew and . . . it's cursed, cast from demons begging to get there first blood drips down the back of the throat in the stillness of the dawn clenched teeth awaiting a perfect mood to be borne dusted, rouge makes way to face the gruesome, graved grovelled within the growl gulped, drenched in pure goldlike moments, stat liquid caffeine needled hooked then veined nothing ventured nothing gained sown then spread, an awakening of the dead blind ripped corners of the mind aching and coming to head why hell, you forced me to wish for dead there's no time for love when answers receive no call fall, fall, fall we all fail then fall again