There are not
always prayers
for the pain
of the loss
of another one’s
love,
for the day
is upon us
and we must be
patient
for there’s blades
in the promise
that we will be safe.
Isn’t it great?
There are words
that can hold
the gun
just as well
as hands
let go
there is one,
thing
that I love,
much better than this,
sitting here,
hanging my feet
in the Abyss.
There is no certainty,
no loss,
no cost,
just what will be;
que sera, sera.
Don’t try to make sense
of it all;
we made the towers
to fall.
There is no reason,
or why’s.
Let go
of that fear
in your eyes.
You’ve come so far,
don’t let it die.
There is no line,
there is no time,
it’s all made up,
it’s all just a lie.
What you feel
as pain,
is just
stimuli;
a little shock
inside you mind.
It’s all one big joke
and soon you’ll find
there isn’t
really
a
punchline.
HG -2016
