Death Merchants

The merchants caustically advertise

The many methods to which you can subscribe

Debts, inherited, transfer too

The disconnect exists, between prey and predator

The predator’s not always the only one hunting

Crosshairs are one-size fits all

The soft palette, breaks upon contact

The rigid frame, cannot budge

Are not inherent constraints, still constraints?

The merchants of death live for the kill

Each asset obtained is another line to their will

Always the hunted, always on the hunt, always hunting

But still we try, but still we’re tried

Predator

Chin to the shoulder,

Locks assail the eyes insecurity, lash growing longer,

 Phantoms pressing stronger, a torsos’ quest for purity hindered in spinal insecurity,

A mental shift is taking place, doors will break and secrets bleed, acuity diluted from forge to wake,

Chimeras and the emotionless candor of a paradigms’ quake,

Skin colorless, pores tight to touch, sweating venom

 As procured vision corrupts,

A postulate case of acute asunder,

Desperate prayers spoken in distress,

A fever born from out, flexes within,

Worlds of words, submitting to a plundering plight,

Grasp then fall, clasp then crawl, around the corner

 Rivers of dementias’ beckoning call,

Implied paranoia, injecting gall,

Mind growing colder, will tasting stale

Eyes to the front, Ears in the right,

Vision off centered, audibly censored,

Eyes in reverse, Ears leaning left,

Sight unseen, Decibels in splendor,

Cadence coming from beyond each corner

Footsteps bolder, Breathing faster,

 Knees chest high, piston-like thunder,

 Chin to the shoulder, Chin to the shoulder