And there it was;
The vast desert on the palm of my hand
An ocean of black sands
Without borders or name
Only seen by those
Who are willing to see
An angel flew across the landscape
Faceless and obscure
Singing songs of salvation
Redemption thru’ self-harm and suicide
“Acts of violence are of God and thus divine”
Said the tongue of drought
Somewhere in the labyrinth
Of my mind
Are these sensations of pain
Reflections of my true nature
Or broken images
From a meaningless dream
That ends as surely as
The life itself
A shadow flew across the landscape
Shapeless and enigmatic
Shrieking songs of salvation
Redemption thru’ self-harm and suicide
There it was;
The vast black desert
And I
In the middle of everything
Every single cell of my body
Screaming in cacophonous unison
Slowly drowning
Into the circle of consumption