God frown.

I´m falling away.
Pieces of me I thought important slipping off me into nothing,
Like treacherous angels into the abyss.
Never to get them back.
I´m feeling strange.
Ba´al grins with a veiny pilthrim.
Like my chances have already been given, I´ve provoked a god frown.
Afraid nothing from this day can pick my chances up.
A piece of me is yesterday, I can´t bring it to the present.
The dream tunnel is ruptured by the god frown.
Freaking out without a word or even a single sound.
My last round,
the saint´s booing surrounds me.
Phones dead, resources exhausted.
Heaven mourns.
Hopes in a coma,
my prospects are nought.