The Deaths

photo credit: Tortured Mind Dark alleys of Xibalba via photopin (license)

Plumbing the deaths

Falling to pieces,

This virus

Infecting us all.

This entropy


Escaping my soul.

This sickness

Modern madness

Crime waves


In the DNA

Of society –

About to tumble

And fall.

The faceless

And the faithless,

Mood music

To soundtrack

The riot.

Choreographing the violence

Over and over

Until we get it right.

Or we forget what’s right,

Loosening our grip on reality

The will to fight.

To all that is left is this decay,

Neurons misfiring

And demons crying

Over and over,

Until you get on your knees and pray.

For the seizures to free your soul

Or the inevitability;

The deaths to conquer us all.


Quote from ‘High Rise’ by JG Ballard. Art ‘ The Music from the Balconies’ by Edward Ruscha. Photo by me!

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


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