remains

what is left to say now
when all is said and done
bartered tears, still bitter
fall like acrid bile

the lack of words is peaceful
a void muttering dirges
a cacophony of disgusting sounds
the tides bring forth only bad news

a murder of crows circles the skull
a crown of black menace
screaming at everything in the world
gloomy feathers stick to face

the rage is vomit that threatens to spill
through whatever exit it can find this minute
but clamped shut, giving no fucks
till critical mass implodes this structure