Divinity of Purpose
Dec. 15th, 2017 05:16 pmI was born as a
Hole
In this world
Eyes the shimmering grey of a thousand dead pixels
An unfamiliar expression
Please wake me up please wake me
Love is a finger in a shallow wound
A dozen kind words tossed carelessly
A creeping feeling of clarity
I am a ghost story
A haunting without murder without
Malice without pain
How keenly I feel
The circling
Of the drain
Maybe there is no life after death
Maybe there's just
me.
Hole
In this world
Eyes the shimmering grey of a thousand dead pixels
An unfamiliar expression
Please wake me up please wake me
Love is a finger in a shallow wound
A dozen kind words tossed carelessly
A creeping feeling of clarity
I am a ghost story
A haunting without murder without
Malice without pain
How keenly I feel
The circling
Of the drain
Maybe there is no life after death
Maybe there's just
me.