Jan 2016
what have I lost?
i've always felt so uneasy
with the thread of thought
of perishment swallowing me whole
engulfed in the void's empty sea
shark infested skies
gathering blood splattered desolation
nothingness
out to prey
what soul have I lost?
my mind is but this mass of flesh
the organic pilot who drives
this vehicle of limbs
into and under the dirt
it took the wonder of my individual soul
and violently crushed her into a hollow husk
I attended the funeral the next morning
and wept at her burial
what mind have I lost?
this noise rattling about in my head
decayed
leaving whatever withered remains
of a consciousness scattered
I grow so restless
having to search for the pieces
splitting lesions on my fingertips
from meticulously placing them back together
just to be woken by the sound of them
crashing into bits on the hardwood floor
- again.
what god have I lost?
the imaginary friend holding my hand
stopped picking up the phone
years ago
I call
and Iām sent to his voicemail
the gates of heaven are closed
chariots are crashing on their gold plated roads
angels lose their wings
hell eats even the holy alive
what faith have I lost?
the soul is lost
the mind is lost
the god is lost
someday
the body is lost
what have I lost?
and what do I have
to lose?
i've always felt so uneasy
with the thread of thought
of perishment swallowing me whole
engulfed in the void's empty sea
shark infested skies
gathering blood splattered desolation
nothingness
out to prey
what soul have I lost?
my mind is but this mass of flesh
the organic pilot who drives
this vehicle of limbs
into and under the dirt
it took the wonder of my individual soul
and violently crushed her into a hollow husk
I attended the funeral the next morning
and wept at her burial
what mind have I lost?
this noise rattling about in my head
decayed
leaving whatever withered remains
of a consciousness scattered
I grow so restless
having to search for the pieces
splitting lesions on my fingertips
from meticulously placing them back together
just to be woken by the sound of them
crashing into bits on the hardwood floor
- again.
what god have I lost?
the imaginary friend holding my hand
stopped picking up the phone
years ago
I call
and Iām sent to his voicemail
the gates of heaven are closed
chariots are crashing on their gold plated roads
angels lose their wings
hell eats even the holy alive
what faith have I lost?
the soul is lost
the mind is lost
the god is lost
someday
the body is lost
what have I lost?
and what do I have
to lose?
a long one.
