Riding the Nitsua Dragon

 

O'blessed Darkness cover me

Blanket the rushing words & flashing blurs;

The disjointed fragments of blinking walls,

Lights crashing off and on,

Blue, red, green-the marionettes dancing,

So many together and all alone.

It is all a show.

The hiccup of life, the vomiting dream.

I see my life before me;

A slush of goo,

The stink of this world,

Or is that the scallops & escargot?

What have you done to me?

Everything I do myself-

This dream, this life...

Why do I hurt myself so?

Punching mirrors, vomit on porcelain.

Dark, thick-

My throne for many minutes.

Time ticking, time ticking-

I was unaware.

My wooden box was silent,

My wooden life is tragic.

The voices through the walls,

Through the fog and haze-

You okay? You okay? You okay?

I croak a positive.

I have no steady legs-

When have I ever?

I have no:

stable brain

clear thought

decisive moment

steady action

fruitful journey-

All slipping through my fingers,

Like the vomitous goo of tonight.

Everything we have, we lose.

Owning anything is an illusion.

Holding on is meaningless.

I want to go home.

(Everything is nothing)

I want to go home

(there is no sense in anything)

i want to go home.

Please, hold me now.