The Alpha Poem by Jamie Dewyer

her rhetoric raids the fail
wail and never rest
test me

apostasies
drip
from my broken breath

give up the curse
you faint
saints get their hope from
paint

drying on the dim cavern floor of your
whispered faith

let it pass and turn
into those softer white memories
fuzzy like
yesterdays horrors all disapate into
fame

murder is not a game
sleep growing into name
your on the same plane
maddness has no more room
for the estranged