“Don’t look down,” they said

But I could not help myself

From following the sirens’ song

Into the trenches

For too long, I stared;

I noticed how this nothing exists

Between myself and everything

Or maybe I have it backwards

I just hope I have it backwards

It’s not just Eros’ spear digging in my ribs

That reminds me to stay alive

And it’s not just hate for others

Nor paranoia forcing myself forwards

That’s as if to say the light is to blame

For every shadow it leaves in its wake

I know who’s to blame for this alienating madness

I will find them and tear them down from their thrones

I warn them: