May

I'm not having a good time right now.

Everything I've believed in

     Is Meaningless

Everything I've worked for

     Is Pointless

Everything that appeared

     Crystalline

Was illusory

 

I took one of two paths

    That purposefully doomed me

I shattered the wine glass

    That I had let blind me

I burnt off my hands

    With a cigarette

And trailed my guts

    Behind me

 

The world I built

    Is empty

The love I felt

    It mocks me

The love I feel

    It kills me

And I'll find no relief

 

There is no God

    To find me

While the stationed faces

    Hide me

While those paper-scalpel faces

    And the mongroloid

    Childhood races

And the blood-painted gardens

    Innocent

And the sinister epitaph

    For me

 

I will go away

    In my mind

I will run

    And find

Nothing to help me

    Give me hope and cheerily

    Choke me

And the ash-black portrait

     Smoke me

Til there's nothing left here

     Of me

And the world of

     Cramped-up horror

And the creeping

     Realisation

That my bright

     Illumination

Was a self-controlling

    Fantasy

 

And the baby-crushing

    Wheels

And the mysterious waters

   Shimmering

And the ripples hot like

   Poison

And tempestuous nettle

   Ocean

And the desire

   To be gone from here

And the darkness all

   Enfolding

And the darkness all

   That's left for me

Take me now you darkness

   Holding.

Reviews

[Kimberly Smith]

wow..love this wow