Its black poison spews forth to once more
scrub the hints of life as it tries to bury its fingers into hope
dissipating into the noxious cloud of reality.
Thoughts blend like taffy,
bright colors fold together blending and combining,
each layer mixing into the one above, over, and over;
until you are left with only a dark putrid color,
the reflection of a maladapted mind.
The heart quivers when you cut the final cord of hope but in its absence,
you find the gray calm where only the spirits are welcome,
to drown you in the past and blind you to the future.
I’ve tried to leash my demos,
but they always chew through wearing a multitude of faces
each one more mischievous than the last but
all marking their deeds with my seal.
True love goes straight to the root,
when it dies the rot starts at the core and slowly worms its way outward,
feeding itself on happy yesterdays,
and fond memories until even thins thought sweet befour
become bitter in your mouth.
As darkness is the absence of light,
evil is the absence of good it starts to fill you,
like packing peanuts with each one signed wrapped for a Christmas
that never comes.
The cold wind chases after the laughter
leaving the ground barren and empty,
in salted earth nothing grows but
the forgotten seeds of dead dreams blead into emptiness
leftover from its first days when all mornings held the taste of perfection
the unending new,
drowning yourself in a picture of heaven built just for you.
The more you kick the harder the reigns are tightened,
where do you go when eternity ends,
how do you stay warm without the sun.
The mirage of tommorow,
another phantom teasing at the edge of light only to disappear as you draw closer.
In the end just as Alpha returns to Ωmega
the self-eating snake continues its meal into oblivion.
God leaves the hard choices up to you.
