Untitled *Contest Entry*

Merc

Certified Shitlord
V.I.P.
#1
Of hickory dreams
And fiery fields
A death so silent
Yet so loud
What do you say to that?

If I knelt in front of the deity of the sky
If I felt the ivory whites
Of the lightning skies
Where I would bear my mind
And empty my body
What would you think of that?

To ride into a darkened sunset
Where the light is consumed
And reproduced as despair
And the ethereal sun heats the road
To the point where I can’t travel anymore
The melted leather fuses to the skin
How would I feel about that?

Sitting alone
In the planes of the shadows
Where the grass grows down
I’ve been here all along.