A Shot in the Dark

The abyss is

so very dark 

and deceptive

hiding death

beneath its

liquid surface

an accumulation of

all negative emotions

Reflectively alive and

waiting expectantly,

patiently 

for the ones

who think

they are above

such things

the ones

who lived

using others' pain

as their 

foundation

for their houses 

of evil

even in the face

of the Reaper's

impartial grin

and beckoning

skeletal finger

hovering above

midnight stillness

of the infamous

lake of time

they deny it

evidence 

bloody flesh,

ground up bones, 

broken dreams

embedded in their feet

dripping from 

outstretched hands

pleading their guilt, 

their sociopathic 

behavior away

Its hollow voice

reverberates

through their souls

indifferently asking

To Heaven

or to Hell?

Pray mortal

for what 

made you think

you
could walk on water

on the way to eternity

frozen eyes reflect

the cool blue sky

a contrast to

their terror
rising as
they are

sinking
below
into
mercury-like tar

oozes around

naked ankles

pulling them down

no time to drown

realization hits

too late

the first shot

the one that

damned them

to be one

with the shadows

was when

they took their

the first victim -

themselves

The metallic tones

of the Reaper

vibrates with their body's

violent shivers

It laughs

So, do you still think 

you're above all these

emotions

Especially now
you're alone
with the karmic bullet
traveling toward you
in the dark?