[RunAmokRampant]

Equilibrist

Death chooses to deceive on lame legs
And stands stark in stalking black
On a tightrope over a rushing red river
The ends tied to your pleading whims
Your heart is held in quivering hands
With a wry smile suggesting a hidden agenda
A portrayal of what you've done
He reflects the terror you've shown before

All too well he knows
What is there left to do
When asking for forgiveness
Is not an option?

A cloaked mist bars no excuse for the blind
He's worked you out that's for sure
Ebony fingers stretch out over the current
As your hand uncovers your mouth
Words are like wind to hear your voice
Useless to be assured
And a waste of breath

Repercussions of your actions
Are like insurance for his own
Taunting you without a spoken word
Say what you will to please
He has no ears to be subdued
By your lapdog tongue of sycophancy

Scrambling down past the wallowing bank
Wading through the blackening river
With one hand to keep your balance
The other to reach out to catch
A heart without its soul
With a place nowhere to go

A misjudgement to a drop in the water
Your hands plunge in deep for redemption
Its what you assume is precious
As the illusion of refraction is elusively deceptive
That is woven from the light way up high
And denies you to capture

To be left to wander while he waits on the edge
Watching you fall face flat in the riverbed
As judgement wakes from hibernation is delivered