The Last Sentence
On the edge of a the black whole I call the human psyche, speaking to my back, I feel the edge pulling me from behind... resisting gravity's warm hold, and stand back up.. I dared 2 stare the abyss in the face, and then out of no where the shadow of silence drenched in black...as gentle as an angels flutter... pushed me... I fell...a thousand miles deeper into the realm I created...drowning my own suffocation..breathing dissected air. Drowning the Sun in Hell, petting my conscience visiting the Childhood of Fear, tasting the sweat of the night, burying the sky. See through the eyes of the walls. Tigers with rabbit lips kissing the paw of a leaf. Opening up the veins of water, watching insanity cry. Painting with the colors the eyes are forbidden to see: nothing. The taste of the truth never taste so bitter. Like blades racing on your tongue...with a funeral buried under salt. Listening to the rough sex of clouds. Being the uterus to my life. Choking my sleep to death, as if life itself was all the dream and nightmare I needed. Falling from the inside of your face, and landing on feces of the soul. In pain from not having any, a drought of resistance. Molesting my sorrow, feeding my lust tablespoons of hate.
It has been clear to me through the words of God, the sound of sight, that I am fearful of the only mechanical invention capable of out running a bullet, with the speed of thought. Afraid of my own mind.
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