raindrop thoughts
falling toward earth
in a death spiral
clouds weighing on my shoulders
heavy with the downpours
yet to come
driving me towards insanity
as I wait for emotional storms
to pass with finality
allowing me to put away
my umbrella of rationality

I am a spoon
in a cathedral
extravagantly decorated
yet, internally empty

in the echoes of the hymns
I exist, a manifestation
of dreams conquered
by divine intervention

a minuscule cloud
in a land-bound hurricane
growing in voracity paired
with destructiveness

my God is a razor blade
blood my only hope
of absolution
the last moments of sanity

hope fades
faith and violence inseparable
eternitys mates annually ovulating
giving birth to consciousness

awareness a sword
decimating free will
at the end of the day, it remains
we are no more than a rat in an electrified maze