Genesis
Do you not remember the genesis of my mind’s torment? What you’ve ignored on Christmas spiraled into Summer and festered since Broken and betrayed in more ways than one having exhausted myself I’m bed bound by the shackles of my mind and ghosts of my past I’ve been screaming for so long now that I’ve lost my voice I’m stuck in the hollowness of my own body A drowning fish in the cavernous ocean taking up residency in my own mind A stifled mime yelling and gasping for air I can’t breathe and they can’t hear me Why can’t you hear me? Or are you too distracted by the scenes of your own movie? Death now becomes the moderator between a resounding gong and clanging cymbals I finally understand why you don’t seem to hear me and it’s because you can’t not with the noise of a clanging cymbal will you wait til the end to then be as in touch with reality like a resounding gong? I don’t know when or how but I do know that it will be a cold December Th...