upon the flan,

the fragrance ran,

a race for wickedness,

dabbled in darkness,

a coat of arms,

December alarms,

we waited,

post-apocalyptic elated,

watching the snow fall,

disregarding the call,

ignoring,

deploring,

etching forward,

while heading starboard,

pick the fly screen free,

let the bugs be,

I owned it,

but I was unfit,

I couldn’t keep up,

my throat was cut,

damaged shit,

now here I sit,

focused on the ending,

cause it’s coming….