You find me
a bloody mess
upon the ground
a heap
of rags and meat,
a soul
bled forth
beyond control,
as I cringe
awaiting wrath,
love is a bloody
path,
you saw how men
died, for a Grecian bride,
and the gods laughed,
because we made them so,
and left ourselves
only one place
for the flow...
Do you ever
see the stars
for what they
are?
A reminder
of how simple
we really are.
Do you ever feel
out of place,
trapped in
a different
time
and place,
do you ever
want to leave
the world
as we perceive,
do you ever
think
maybe I'll meet
a god someday,
or will you
fade away,
like all the
greats
who never
met a simple
man like we...
Do you ever
see the sun,
and think
Is that all
a star is?
Will I never
see the feet
of god?
Will I never
be a soul free,
am I trapped
eternally,
within this
blood filled
bag of bones,
will I ever
get to go home?
Will somebody
answer that goddamn
phone,
or will it ring
incessantly,
until I break
down and leave
my reverie
because,
it seems to me,
I think to much,
unhealthily,
and flee what
ever it is
I don't want
to see
in the mirror
it is me.