BREATHE with
ME.
let's
both
exhale
as the universe
EXPANDS.
forever
and ever.
breathe in,
1,
2,
3,
breathe out.
REPEAT AFTER GOD.
breathe in,
1,
2,
3,
and NEVER breathe out.
let your
lungs be as
HOLLOW
as OUR DARK HOLES.
resist.
resist the temptation of
BREATHING OUT.
(resistresistresistresistresistresist)
enjoy the need.
the wish to grasp that brisk morning air.
FEEL THE FATALITY RATE
I N C R E A S I N G.
your lungs
shrinking and suffering
turning into dried out
pieces of
CHEWING GUM.
chewed up 'til the strawberry fades
on gods tongue
as he CRUMBLES UP
your
wrapper.
dont you remember how it feels, anemoi?
no you DONT.
and you never
will. says god, the cruel sinner.
ah, how the tables
NEVER TURN
(nor do the chairs)
(or the closets for that matter)
god watching men strangulate himself.
one
by
one.
as the universe
EXPANDS.
and the black holes
YEARN FOR MATERIAL.
HEYHEYHEY! says some.
awakening the
others.
the
breathless.
the
lifeless.
the
dying.
the soon
to be
spirits.
WHAT IS HAPPENING? shout some.
THE END IS
N E A R.
and,
shocked,
should they take a breather
and
feel
life
welcomed, yet again,
into their wrinkled
body.
ofcourse god is
ANGERED.
WHY DID THEY STOP?
HOW ARE THEY NOT FOLLOWING MY INSTRUCTIONS? god will ask.
I HAVE BEEN CLEAR,
PERISH.
CHOKE.
STRANGULATE.
and most of us,
blind no more,
will come to
REALIZE that
GOD IS AS LOST AS WE ARE.
god is grasping for air too,anemoi.
and so am i.
(helphelphelphelphelphelphelphelp)
YOU ARE READING
YOU'RE DEAD. NOW WHAT?
PoetryEVERYTHING MORBID. EVERYTHING MACABRE. EVERY DEMON. EVERY SPIRIT. EVERY GOD. EVERYTHING EVIL. TEXTS/POEMS
