Demise

A one-sided happening. 

Bearing down on my brain.

A trek through the shrubbery.

I am the head of the horse.

With the word: CAUTION

As the headdress.

Accepting this occurrence is not 

Foretold,

Rather, under the impression

Of the danger that lies ahead.

Something that sleep can't interrupt,

And death can't welcome.

Because there will be no rest,

and when the last drop of blood is spilled,

Only then will it all concede. 

Nothing will be left.

-Verdure