Trouble Of Troubles

Dear I’ll go

to embrace

neck your

pretty face.

Time gone

empty hole

destined is

aged soul.

It sudden

please tell

her I ask

where hell.

A child bold

places cold

until choices

are known.

She walks

flames path

not to take

hand’s grab.

I’ll cry over

an imagined

death seeps I

now Kraken.

Reckoning it

moves slow

when ready I

deal out soul.

Monster I am

made in haste;

function fails

in many ways.