Needless Things: Deathly Suffering

Beneath the rusted halo’s glare, Where angels choke on poisoned air, A choir of sorrow hums despair, While bones remember every prayer.

The moon bleeds white through broken glass, Each moment drips but will not pass, The clock’s a butcher, slow and kind, It carves the minutes from my mind.

My veins are rivers made of ache, Each breath another string to break, My soul — a mirror cracked by sin, Reflects the void I’m drowning in.

Hope once flickered — pale and brief, A candle lost to endless grief, Now shadows feast where light once stayed, And joy decays, a debt unpaid.

Yet still I crawl through ash and rain, Embracing beauty born from pain, For deathly suffering’s cruel art — Paints bleeding halos on my heart. NNN