The Mist

There is nothing but mist in my lungs

And tar in my veins

I'm out of this world

Something went wrong

Something went just bad

Here is the void of misery

The sun has been swallowed by some cosmic grief

Infinite conscience spitting blackness over and beyond

And I'm wondering.. do the worms feel the absence of light?

Here I am, sick, unpleased by it all

I am the wound of my being

Since I am the knife and the rope

Of this rape relation between me and me

I need to get below everything

I must know, smell the essence

I want to throw myself through this window in the sky

to remember what I may have forgotten

What if the stars melts

Into our blackholed hearts

In the ground fades on us

We will never know

I want to spit in the eye of god

And see the world without eyelids

I wish he sees me as the failure

Of his dream of greatness and beauty.