"occido" poems
Is it wrong to not fear death?
Am I wrong to not have the same belief as others?
I don't discriminate unless you push me to the point of showing you your own flaws.
They say the truth is ugly.
They say it hurts.
I see it as the only way to actually face reality.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Fallen
Into Sweet Mother's arms
The night's embrace like silk,
perforated with needles of Solace.
No thought, no memory
of anything but nothing.
Lost in Forever-never-land
Fallen
Into cecity of self.
Denial no longer, escape
the Shell Of Hallucinations.
And fly.
Fallen
Into the me Beneath
Spiral down-trail, gilded with failures
That have coagulated into sanity
and Reason
Fallen
Into a Flawless-Confusion
No meaning is evident
Within my soul-cage-metaphor
and my failures-turned-reason/sanity
Tell me to seek help
Fallen
Into Un-reason
Fallen
Into self
Fallen
I have
Fallen,
Fallen,
Occido
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC