The One Who Knows of Nothing
My mind bleeds into rippling rot
telling the time heeds no purpose in agony
in my solitude I feel my heart melt away from green and gold
the grittiness and gentleness feel the same to the one who knows of nothing
if i were to be a person who knows something
for which I tell myself that i am,
in what way would life reveal itself to me?
Shall my comforts be ridden and burned to ash, yet my hardiness be solid once more?
Or will the confines become null and I will once more feel the freedom of time?
Once then, must my time be over, shall i feel myself?
or will the person i am come to be the self that i speak of.
a river.
Swallow breath and Iron
Drink life in
like a sponge
soaking up the earth.
Swallow honey like warm syrup
flowing down your throat like
a river runs through
a rocky path
flowing over rocks
and rubble
feel yourself slip into the water.
Soft laps of bitter fluid
wave over your face
engulfing you in quiet silence
pebbles bounce off the top
of your head.
crystal fragments
of light
bounce off your irises
filling your vision with
harrowing rainbows.
a river.
Jarring. Grating. Bursting. Throbbing. Crying. Clawing. Grasping. A cacophony. A coffin. Blend. Dreary. Corrosive. Turning. Grinding. Drowning. Drowning. Drowning. Drowning.
Suffocating in endless.
Blinding. Defilement.
Swallow. Choke. Die.
Gather. Blood.
Solvent. Spill.
Digress.
Imageryof a body.
touch
Bleed.
Slice into me. Carve into me.
Blind my eyes.
Blind my thoughts.
Think nothing.
Feel nothing.
Drive the knife further and deeper.
gouge
my eyes
Battered and broken.
Kick rocks and punch bruises.
Sear and tear, leave nothing left.
If I were to die it would be heaven on earth.