The Beyond

A poem about death.

Death is perfect in it's still glow
throwing at us, nothing but nothing
still frames
flying beneath the sea of an empty death bed

Our minds expand into infinity
reaching the furthest parts of the universe
distant dreams
our own past visions

We desire
What do we desire?
Our peace
Where do we get it?

Our empty hands
clutch the dying of the light
the cancer patient
sleeping in our soul

Our legs tremble
an orgasmic pulse of puss
throbbing in the c**t of mother nature
we give her our gift

Die, we say.
Excuse me, I'm just passing through
and I won't look back
at the hell I've left for you and your kin

Populate us
impregnate our filthy stinking bodies
with your demon cum
make us proud

To be living
do we really desire
what we desire?

A dying life.

The Mad Man sits
waiting for the process
the permanently finite edges
of infinity and expansion

Where do we go?
Before the thoughts
before our minds
before death?

The visions of the past haunt
they haunt our hallow skulls
for we are the devil
and in hell we reign.