Off Kilter

“Blow my brains out”
Is a sentence strange of sound
When muttered by children.
Sweet angelic worship
To the God they love so much.
And before them we
Crumble
To nothing.
And nothing.
And take me somewhere
For a second
Where that is all I feel.
Because nothing
Doesn’t offer
But at least
It can’t threaten
Me the way everything does.