Moments

Pain, unfeeling

The pedestal that none can capture

The legion of destiny leaves blank

What once was, dies ungrateful

Some dare, the initiation stage complete

Mercy on my soul, cynical odours

Conquer all

 

Let out the extensions of one’s damned knowledge

Knowledge is evil

Questions written on the wall

Answers on the pedestal.

 

Round and round

Maze within the maze

Hatred within fear

Wake up with the feeling of what is missing from the dream a week ago.

 

Possible puzzles for time that escapes us all.

Time does not exist.

Only beginning and ending.

 

Try for a moment to surmise your fear.

The Angel of Death is dead.

Only ending and beginning.

Cry to laugh.

Hate to fear.

 

Question not.  Live not. 

Unfeeling moist flesh stripped of dignity, unjust.

 

Moments without memories, lies all lies.

Waking dreams left you alone.

Fantasy dies the moment you find the pedestal.

 

For thine is many.

Alas many is dead.

Prose unto the graves of bodies sacrificed on the pedestal.

 

Drip.Drip.Drip.

My last life juices flow through sewers of disgust into tepid pools of the legion.

The pedestal nonexistent.

The house of cards fall.

Death of my moment.

There is always never.