the dark


i’m queasy with desire
for the ease of my displeasure
in a black hole somewhere far beyond
the confines of forever
and i wish for ether’s turbulence
to perish in the portal
cause heaven’s for the innocent
and hell merely for mortals
inconsequential false dominions
whisper screams as if to voice
their holy powers, barely audible
supersonic background n-o-i-s-e
and i’ll wait here just to waste away in time
the blundered measure of reality
imaginary dreams
of a past, nor present effigy
my world now lives inside me
it grows despite this flesh of boundary
where i play god to my disciples
in the cities of my needs
but such vacancy’s reduced me to disfigured flesh and bone
and i’ve nowhere left to turn...so i’ll just
slit   my   wrists   and   let   the   dark   crawl   out   of   its   hole   .   .   .
so it swallows my entrails
and fires bullets through my head
and gives me what i’ve always wanted
skin of pale, embodied death
enter this “heaven”
metaphysical dimension
but should i rise any higher on
this zenith
i would tumble to the bottom
while such quandary has darkened me in the shadows of unknown
and i’ve nowhere left to turn...so i’ll just
open   my   eyes   and   let   the   sunshine   into   my   soul   .   .   .




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