The dark mouth of agony made a promise

A promise to keep the pain going

The branches that had grown inside the heart slowly set forth

It encompassed the mind and laid eggs in the skull

The numbness was never but just a rumour by then.

All the skies were grey and black was setting in

Lights were broken and the glass scattered everywhere

It was as it always was

Agony revelled in the brokenness of the horizon

It had fallen to bits.

As it was meant to.