WRITE WEEk #5 !!!!! come one come ALL!

[sral]

I'm past the point of no return.
His masters voice an overture of rasping noise that goes unheard
- yet has destroyed the oh-so-perfect
Catholic boy that most preferred.
This static void I know for certain
has shadows poised to show no mercy,
his anger boils below the surface.
The paranoias growing worse.
I'm past the point of no return.
It's talons hoist the lowly worm, maladroitly thrown from earth,
who has no choice but slowly squirm
as fangs are poised to go to work
packed with poison so perverse
the alkaloids evoking nervous spasm coiling motions further,
past the point of no return.