A ripple in the calm
Igniting the light away
Warm in a winter war
Ashamed
Beacon in the fog
Showing a stray the way.
A whisper that speaks of home
Unchained
Found beauty with my eye's closed
Traverse my nerves to dial zeros
Crutching source
To feel again
An incel playing dumb for wisdom
Pushing through
With a stolen crown
A ceiling with a bloody mural
Abstractions in the open sky
Obstructions in the wind-pipe
Bleed em
I steep in webs of tangled theorems
Nauseous in the gossamer
Cloaked in happiness invisible
Hidden from the arbiter
Judging self with a dagger gavel
A sound block made out of my throat
Been struck by silence in the open
I've touched the surface and learned to cope
Unraveled for the naked truth
Exposed the shards I stabbed myself with
Pulled a claymore from a corpse
And swung it at it's next to kin
Wept for the loss for another gain
It's all the same
A pendulum
Torn and frayed
Hypnotic sway
A sporadic plague of memorials
Conscious to experience
Wide awake to see it once
Took a step to brace the next
Fed my breath to a shattered conch
Can't unfeel these haunted thoughts
My brain is a fucking dybbok box
Afraid to peek at what was conjured
It'll open when my body rusts
Nothing is all there is.
But it's not all for nothing no
Fear was part of me before I died
Felt lost for a moment now I know I was right
The maze I built with no end in sight
No end in sight
Nothing is all there is
But it's not all for nothing no
Inside there is a vacancy
Perfumed with fragrant memories
Stoic twitches
Broken switches
Fused with schitzo entities
When the voices are my only friends
The people around me don't exist
How am I not surrounded with padded walls
With straps around my neck and wrists
The struggles are all man-made
Emotions are a synthetic blend.
Our leaders are picking pockets
Taxing and hedging bets with life and death
All in on the treasury
Labor hired to pamp their bags
Pull a rug to seed a dream
Currency made of cummy rags
Sorted by it's potency
Focused on the least important thing
Distracted by the media
While our kids are crossing busy streets
Holding hands became a weakness
Sheltered but explored the world
Experienced a full life by 40
Watching my skin dust and swirl
Onward towards the wilderness
Packing only my crooked smile
Intuition is my compass
Walk the ridge another mile
Baptized at the trailhead
Star gaze from a lake bed
Start a fire to keep me warm
And try not to burn the mountain down
Nothing is all there is.
But it's not all for nothing no