honeyed slather

Silent screams in fat lungs imprisoned

Locked up aside real hued faces of me

Rise up, I say, for years now I have risen

Above dredged sewer scythe soliloquies.

Subservient, hierarchical will bidden

Fear naught, in flesh, yet obsequiously

Virtual horn locking, a man gone missing

This diss brings it; fire, fight, flight or flee.

Avoidance of a scorch red leaked hissing

So, no hope, solo stood, post-apocalyptically

In avoidance, deluded siren song I'll sing

Slather a smile while honeyed linguistically.