Cliff Divers

I.
A carbuncle crown
Grown to shine in Hell.
Who fell so well,
Anoint with ooze from the swell
Disciples who've knelt
Pledging to be smelt
Melt down and die-
Cast to guard the rye
From catchers who might
Not let children fly right
Off a cliff running free
Into eternity.

II.
She sleeps inside her scars
Dreaming of cars
Racing drivers praying
Steel nerves will earn
More than the burn
Found in twisted metal --
At the bottom of a drop
Full speed nonstop.
If they'd only settle
For being chicken
There could've been a million
Moments kissing --
what's been missing
Drove off a cliff
Leaving what if...

III.
Entombed in a pyramid of pills
The thrills seemed worth the chills
Freezing sweat the fever spills
When the party ends;
His temporary cure sends
A relief hiding the infectious toxic
Twist of the perfectly imperfect exotic
Blend of poison and antidote.
Then cliché wrote
How he too succumbed
Following the tune drummed
Pied Piper leading,
 dancing off a cliff
Wondering what if...

​IV.
The graveyard shrines built to glow
Illuminate ghosts with a brilliance
Living eyes rarely seem to show
Resulting in unintended consilience.

Whatever the means of measuring
A life's defined by one's treasuring
The seconds ticking to zero,
Countdown to death's arrow

Bulls eye every time -- no question.
Yet, that doesn't equate to evidence
Of an excuse to indulge prepossession
Towards meaningless's eminence.

For the dead have nothing the living want,
But reverse the coin, and see why any haunt
Is so depressing for the deceased
Watching jewels like sand released,

Fly, floating out of hand
Whipping granular cloud
Drifting off a cliff to land
Stinging eyes of the coffin crowd.