_Realising Hell_

Wings of flutter,
Cry my clutter
to vain insanity
of blurred vanity
Obscure as it maybe,
With truth i shudder
The obscure mutter of dead and vengeance.

The clarity of utter.
The very slender culprit.
The con of a stutter.
To very spoken cold drift.
The drowning little butter.

The slip, the slide, the splash , the cut.
The pool the murder. The jist of huddle.
The myth of Mayan , the gift of Ayan.
To death of defying.