shooting, shrieking stars of suffering anguish amidst our angst we angry apparitions who dance moving in misery mercurial motions of the zombie mob present yet history rotting and robbed cohesive absent cognizant thought crazed easily by carnal delights fleshy flights of fancy enthralled, entranced, endless such frenzied fantasies glut our corrupt minds while trace memories attract us with the artifacts of life plummeting into a bottomless pit bound by ethereal, eternal night smiling still as we slide and swirl hungering for our humanity incomplete, needing, greeding feeding never full
Everything is open to the winds of chance.