Flaking the dead skin
Off my curled-up shatter-proof bones
I see a carcass void of life
Except for a remembering of sound.
It is hollow and eats away at the brain
It gets into your blood like a dream
It surrounds the yellowed-out bones
And leaves a dark hole in the ground.
It is my lifeless soul.
But this it is without green life.
It is nothing without its partner in crime.
It is a festering mound.
The body, the life and the spirit,
One keeps the other in check.
Without one of the three I’m not.
This truth is all I have found.
This blackness is ugly and seething
It scares me to think it’s the end
So on it I will turn my back.
And to heaven I’ll pretend I’m utterly bound.
Its seething writhing mass
Is completely, wholly, lifeless.
My God, Where am I going? (The how will I get there is only an echo of my repenting future) The crimes and seeds of pestilence I have committed to implanting in my fathomless knowledge are incriminating to a socio-ideological mass biology.
p.s. I just read God Emperor of Dune.
Am I slipping away or something?
She watches me
From the cold grey cellar floor.
Cracking, a sprig of green shows through.
The ceiling and walls gently melt
in the sunlight.
A cool breeze rustles through
And she watches me through flitting, flying clouds.
I’d rather be alone in myself than lost in the crowd.
On a midnight darkened
Their voices ruled
me from above
Sacred shoutings of a
A place devoid of life
Pitting down the endless
Death is rampant all
There is a sloshing
sea of foul
Hatred shine on bottomless sound
Madness spears me from
diverting me from the path.
Feeling as though my spirit abides,
Lost in my folded past.
Neatly locked away
Is all I’ve ever known
I’m steering for a
This place will be my home.