they say the fear of death stems from the fear of life I don’t know about that but the knowledge of death gnaws at my heart drugs don’t help prayer don’t help crying don’t help nothing helps nothing blunts the sharp edge of reality somebody walked over my grave it might have been me there have been omens deep in my gut something bad is coming something with no name
no-one knows just when the axe will fall or what will follow when I’m sacrificed to eternity will flowers sprout from my rotting
corpse? will I be in them? is that my immortality? I want to die beautifully gracefully but I’m afraid does it hurt to die? will I go to hell? or will I return in another guise? it’s autumn now the nights are drawing in will
this be the winter of my life? will
I see the sun again?
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