And as a child of science
I walk through my days,
clinging to theories
and laws
and equations
While my nights
are consumed with
nightmarish visions
otherworldly beings
and bloodied hands.
Taunting me, almost
I look into a mirror
With a voice laden with grief and exhaustion
And ask my smiling reflection
whether this is Spirituality
or Lunacy?
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
And as a child of science
I walk through my days,
clinging to theories
and laws
and equations
While my nights
are consumed with
nightmarish visions
otherworldly beings
and bloodied hands.
Taunting me, almost
I look into a mirror
With a voice laden with grief and exhaustion
And ask my smiling reflection
whether this is Spirituality
or Lunacy?