Gauge your salvation.

In the abyss is where we meet,
do the half cooked deeds sting?
to lay flat upon the slab
after a meager way of satisfaction

Empathy bluffed your spirit
leaving you to the world's credit.
Did your limbs go numb
when the blood got purple.

Or that the moment's reflection
choked you out of air.
Be it your crooked conscience
or your precarious essence.

Ever noticed your eyes that turned grey
out of the tiresome venomous scenes
Is it the fear or your wanting the salvation
that has taken you over ?

To the roads that meet
at a lonesome junction
Shadows in pursuit that consume you
has died of exhaustion

Let alone the ideas that are sublime
take the most of your soul
For we meet here again
to draw the castle in the air.