My mind is my universe and through it
I see all that there has ever been
and all that has yet to come.
There is hope and fear and tragedy
still waiting their turn to knock on my door,
and I will receive each one graciously,
the perfect host and the haunted victim.
The body on the floor is mine,
and I am one of the suspects
and one of the investigators.
I know who caused my body to lie there,
dead and cold, lifeless and formless,
but I also don’t know who did it,
only one part of me witnessed it
and that part of me is forever silent.
There is no communication between my other selves.
Have I fallen to my own hand
or has another stepped in to make me bleed?
There is no weapon, no apparent motive,
just a body and a lot of head scratching.
I know it was my heart that died last,
we could all hear it thud against the floorboards
long after the thump of my body hit.
Could it possibly be that it just happened,
a natural end to an unnatural life?
No, it doesn’t feel right, I can feel the magic
in the universe and it is drawing us elsewhere,
so we split up and look for clues.
Sometimes, mysteries appear and everyone tries
their hardest to find a solution to it,
much like watching a magician perform the perfect trick
and you just have to know how it was achieved.
Of course, he will never tell his secret, it ruins the fun,
and maybe this is another example,
a cosmic joke, the explanation of which ruining the performance.
There are no clues to be found anywhere,
so we all shrug and leave, never to complete the puzzle,
but we all love mysteries, we can’t leave things unsolved,
it just doesn’t feel quite right, you know?
Something awful took place this dark night.
Something terrible happened to fate this night.