You always have such incredible imagery in your works. Geez. Between this and your piece Insipid, I don't know if there's much talent left for the rest of us. :3

My stuff went from dark to dismal in about 20 seconds, lol. Some of them came out great, but many didn't. I think I enjoyed:
DespairIt was not loud.
It was crying softly in the wings of academia,
Pleas for help lost amid the anti- social media.
We ignored the change from solitude to stagnation,
Never catching that ‘coercion’ was spelled ‘castration.’
It was not bright.
There were no red skies emblazoned in the morning,
Mimicking the wounds – not even a warning.
Neither explosions, nor bursts of incandescent light
Served to illuminate the ever-growing plight.
It was not violent.
Malicious, perhaps, and infinitesimally subtle,
Leaving no hope for contestation or rebuttal.
There was no indication of a problem emergent.
No way of knowing that it was this deadly urgent.
It is not hopeless.
There’s no truth behind this self-perceived abjection,
The fact that you’re breathing is already perfection.
For simply surviving each day to watch the setting sun
Is proof of the concept – it hasn’t yet won. Waste LandI stood by, outside,
as you went down on a cigarette.
The plumes of smoke billowed
like signals I couldn't read,
which was alright.
The silence told me enough.
The face you were wearing,
though warm in color,
was nearly as cold as the droplets
falling a few feet away.
It would have been riddled with canyons,
if your tears had left scars.
You ashed the cigarette,
watching in stoic amusement
as the cinders flared
and died on the hardened dirt.
You sighed before flicking the butt
into the nearby bushes.
Just one more dying light
in this joyless wasteland. Helios InvictusThe hardest part about pulling the sun
around the universe
was deciding when to come back down.
The seas are too turbulent,
Your gardens withered,
and your churches nearly
as deadly as you were.
How can you remain so calm
as you destroy everything around us?
But I suppose that's what I get
for being seduced
by the eye of the storm. and ResistanceWe died today, atop the snow frosted ground.
Lost all we knew to that burial ground.
We couldn’t see it coming. There was no indication
we armed our saviors with fires of damnation.
 
We died with the grandest of smiles on our faces,
Told what to do – then put back in our places.
It was no small wonder we missed their attacks
As firing squads peppered our blindfolded backs.
 
Why, for attempting to take a path divergent
Should we be punished? Labeled ‘Insurgent’?
What use are your high-moral beliefs,
Swaddled so surely in sin-stained sheets?
 
When we resist expectation, should we expect resistance?
Should we forfeit our lives to this mournful existence?
Each moment passes swiftly to the sound of the knell
Singing “We desire Heaven ‘cause we traverse this Hell.”
 
But faith has always been our most flattering fetter
We should “love thy neighbor” then “forgive thy debtor”
But the Devil has now formed a.