Inside a box,
Light creeps inside
In slender shafts
Through tiny holes.
A vicious wind, to steal your breath,
The rain erodes old crumbling walls
That soldier’s climb, to reach the crest,
Return so bloodied, through mud they crawl
A voice so layered with decadence
As we lay out the evidence
Demon Demon, slither.
Crawl from the crumbled edge and consume
Giving pretence to Saint Peter
As you slip through his eagle'd gaze.
Liberate yourself, from the clouds that cover your mind,
Slip away from the smoke, that smothers you blind
Our safe is house is smashed, my arms covering you,
As life and its horrors come clattering through