Do you see these red threads?
These sanguine bonds tie us together;
A connection only those with ghoulish eyes can scan.
As soon as one has been cut,
The vitreous humor expands.
Burnt or severed threads tear
the literal heartstrings of those involved.
Walking in crowds; this
massive checkerboard speaks bounds
on the lifes and unlifes of the mass arounds.
I wish I could break from this
Macabre, binary system.
Understanding this fungal cycle
transmogrifies my frame of reference
past that of mediocrity.
My eyes have been scarred by the vibrant
Scarlets and light-rending Vantablacks that dot my horizons.
Anything change is good change.
So it goes.