Green Abyss Of Vanity

Green Abyss Of Vanity
© Surazeus
2025 09 01

The ancient cathedral of fractured stone 
lurks tortoisely between frail shells of glass 
with demon eyes. The bent steel cross asserts 
reptilian hunger for obsessive souls 
that bleed prayers of guilt. The prophetic rat 
chews on stale communion wafers of faith. 

The fallen angel shivers on cliff edge 
of bitter despair after shocked surprise 
that everyone she loves now wants her dead. 
She clenches her fists of galvanized fear 
at taste of metal salt. The sun gleams gold 
over endless mute hills shrouded in mist. 

No more compliant at the angry shout 
that shatters mirror polished by blood words, 
the fallen angel leaps in nothingness 
and floats in green abyss of vanity. 
With vigilance of monumental hope 
she scatters pages torn from book of hymns. 

One thousand fragile leaves of lonely death 
swirl suddenly from agitated thoughts 
that buzz her egg-shell head. Commercial lies 
pierce rock-hard heart of photographed contempt. 
Glass idols of famous singers collapse 
at whispered gossip sold for sterile beans. 

Yet vision of the painter, paralyzed 
by lust for fame, refracts corrosive light 
through grace of accuracy. Dead gods yearn 
to taste lost voices squirming on church floors 
despite garish rapidness of false love 
cynical people trade for treasure maps. 

Each ghost that carves hole in my pulsing heart 
consumes considered field of potter wheels 
unspinning fate from crippled hands of hope. 
Ashes of the dead suffocate book words 
lively with frantic songs Cynthia sings 
to understand strange silence of the church. 

She continues to sparkle off in smoke, 
the hungry angel clutching bones of snakes 
when snatching promise from bankers and clowns 
who fight over the rose she throws away. 
None would scatter roses of agony 
on forgotten graves where my mothers laugh. 

Aware that angels would refuse to die, 
she wanders market streets late afternoons 
preaching salvation for sale at the church 
to earn enough for one swift rocket trip. 
She sees my secret when I kiss her skull 
she programs to forge cryptocurrency.