Crystalline night filters through the window.
Alone with all that I can think
This is a silence filled with static.
My mind is swift as it shifts
From the living to the dead.
The same anxieties dim my halo.
Mortality speaking in tongues to me
In a way I have always known
But never understood.
The same language I listen to
No matter how it stings the ears.
Mortality reminds me of itself
Through shivers and feeling,
And through the reeling of my mind.
Posing endless pillars of
Questions and no answers
Beating weary fists against the void
Rattling the gates
Begging for those answers
Hel, Hecate, Azrael
Whichever deity I will fall to
Hades, Anubis, Lucifer
Another body will claim my soul
Will I cross the river Styx
I feel my heart is heavier than the feather
I know it, I will be damned
Will the Lion and his Lamb save me
From this inevitable death.
Take me from these thoughts.
My body heaves again.
Is this what it will feel like
Will it feel like I am
Floating or
Falling or
Falling asleep.
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Resting Place
PoetryA collection of poems that is more experimental and practice stuff than anything. I'll test out different forms and subjects, have a little fun with it. It'll be ongoing until I get bored with the idea of it. I'd like to hear what you think! Tell me...
