Jul 2015
I looked hard at the lake
Saw a villain from within
I caved in the existential murkiness
To question all that rots, all that wrecks
The heart of the unknown
Is both wonder and disgust
My breathing is an orchestra
The dissonance is unbelievable
Almost blasphemous
Some creatures nip at my fleshy mortality
I wonder how they tasted me
The cold calls me with ordinary gesture
I say my greetings to the other side with pleasure
Asphyxiation desensitized me with ******* rhyme
As the romantic swell of death settles
There is no god to claim me
I am the reason for everything
That I am
No more and nothing else
Saw a villain from within
I caved in the existential murkiness
To question all that rots, all that wrecks
The heart of the unknown
Is both wonder and disgust
My breathing is an orchestra
The dissonance is unbelievable
Almost blasphemous
Some creatures nip at my fleshy mortality
I wonder how they tasted me
The cold calls me with ordinary gesture
I say my greetings to the other side with pleasure
Asphyxiation desensitized me with ******* rhyme
As the romantic swell of death settles
There is no god to claim me
I am the reason for everything
That I am
No more and nothing else
People who know me might think I've gone crazy for writing something so dark. But the fact is I can only write dark things, dark stories. I was also surprised how I came to doing this poem. If someone could look at my soul it's probably all black. Death is very tempting to write about not that I romanticize it as much as I do with living. I find it very strange and beautiful at the same time.
