Flags of Failure

Hearken all to the rageful voices
of those who sit on self made thrones
those made afraid of boogeymen
those molded into desparate clones
Now they stomp and gnash with guns and hoods
and convince themselves they're brave
Blind to the shadows that are cast
When their Flags of Failure wave

Frozen in the Dregs of Dreams

My mind will reel
My heart will pound
Each time my mind
Begins the sounds

The terror thuds
within my chest
It plagues my mind
Fresh from its rest

My fingers long
To claw the air
To thrash out at
The monster there

Sometimes escapes
A gasping cry
My tightening throat
So raw and dry

Powerless
I lie in wait
No way to fight
this looming fate

With certainty
This is the end
Then suddenly
I move again

The fear subsides
And all is well
Except those moments
Spent in hell