A figment of the universe
A fragment of time
tis’ all that’s left
of this mighty warrior, once brave
wore a gold vest
eventually we melt
a year past, and the same familiar circles
trappings of my own, a comfortable bunker
evermore safe, while the war rages on
in his mind, in your heart
a death of valour, the funeral of the forgotten
a seldom wisp of remembrance
the past, and the future continue to whisper
to me, a sandwich of entrapment
designed to kill, peanuts with spikes
splintering your cell.
the mind stays awake.
time and again, dripping nostalgia burns
etched into your soul like a beautiful fever dream
it shines like a bright star
above your hell.
some days, you are surprised it’s still there
others, you tell yourself not to care.
oh, sweet nothing prayer.
why must you call me back.
to the end of my eternity!
why must you torment me.
trapped in between the gears
friction slowly rots the bones
here, another ice cream cone
you will feel better
it all means something
secure delusions, unhinged dreams
alas, what truly is a sweeter poison –
a raging night full of green
or the daylight scream?
doesn’t it all feel the same now
the colours don’t stab me.
beautiful, bloody irony
to feel too deep.
A fucking curse.
But all the same.
Severed corpse, but an intact spleen.
in another seventeen.