Shouting with frenzied
Anger at all nothingness;
Echoes of everyday living that
Will not be denied with
A pacing of life’s treads,
Ringing with fury in my
Head filled with madness.
Gone, gone all gone to the
Devil and the Flying Dutchman,
Who only receive the lost
And disillusioned into their
Dark world, where the only light
Is the vehemently glowing coals
Flipped, whirring through space
To keep them alive and well done.