Critical Mass

Another droplet falls
Into the pool of sanguine waters
Convergence of streams until the surface breaks
Waves of crimson lightning
In the edges of my sight
The perfect storm in the sea of red draws near
Another crack appears
In the ice of my visage
The creature in the depths awaits the final breach
In the storm’s eye
I feel the tempest rise
Boiling rd surrounding me
As I sense control collaps
Screeching sounds
In every atom of my being
Accretion of unstable matter
Pulls the core apart
Gravitational collapse
Psychotic senses in its wake
Every act of reason shall implode
In the storm’s eye
I feel the tempest rise
Boiling red surrounding me
As I sense control collapse