Hanged Men Dancing

... and in this danse macabre's midst
one mad skeleton can't stay in check,
like a spooked horse he leaps into the red sky :
Stiff noose still coiled around his neck,

his little fingers grip a bony thigh
Squeezing out laughter more like moans,
and like an actor lost in drama,
retakes the stage to the applause of the bones...

crimson cosmos, we'll wait for the final absolution : nothingness, singular points of entry for chaos and confusion, and sweet sickly death. the fools only need to wait in their play, lost in the rose garden. the hermits shall stay locked in their own crystal chambers, no sympathy for the those colorful devils... the watchers will only stand and wait, bleeding silence... let me be a ghost, to feed on them and consume them... my cosmic haunt lies off the left-corner of the universe, two blocks adjacent from a dying star.