a Dragon's secret

God created a person's world in seven days.
It takes so little to ruin a person's world in just a few seconds.
With really no way to function if the plan backfires the purest blood pressure.
Its the only way to sadly accept that it is the end.

Wrapped in forgotten cracks with an inch of light in the horizontal and the vertical.
So show me the way to the silent room and tell me when it is over.
I kept on pushing until I started to like it so evilly.

Words hand over the consequences of your necrotic actions.
Lets separate this moment into tiny endless tiny mishaps.
The judging is over it will be a dragon's legend to be never found again.

Only ghostly weeping widows with spider eyes will grieve the story.
Unable to ever tell the tale to anyone to keep myself from a sympathy throw down.
a Tapenade of blood pouring out the black hole where my heart used to be since the dragon was slain to sustain it forever.

Now I know the final answer, it is my diary's black page of cancer.
It was so cold inside the fire of the tortured mask.
Now this corpse can free the denial of his dead heart.