Sunday, January 17, 2016

All That Is To Come

forever 
don’t you get it? 
forever

these swollen hands 
keep on working away 
never stopping to question 
the minds authority 
they just work 
work is life 
until the dust from which you came 
embraces you in a tomb 
of someone else’s choosing

forever 
don’t you get it? 
forever

these eyes go on seeing 
all the misery they can consume 
never stopping to question 
if the action is real or if the 
pain is in focus 
they just view it 
pain is life 
until you have bled that color dry 
and can no longer pay 
what your mind charges 
for the pay-per-view life you have wasted

forever 
don’t you get it? 
forever

a cold gray sky watches you 
as you crawl along 
the gritty street 
picking up pieces of 
shattered memories 
and promises left behind

forever
heaven/hell/earth 
don’t you get it?

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