fed.

"'till armageddon
no shallam, no shallom"
the man in black said..
heaven has no power less of this
pallid birthing
by your very own mind and soul

i hear my heart palpitate
and these throbs allure
movement from where i will follow next;
god's love has me
taking these pills to sleep.
i feel evil and deserving,
the last drop gives me my soulmate.
lightning strikes,
supple and bright for the smoke i inhale.

i couldnt look back,
i just might see her pretty face
and smile in return..
that never was once for this moment
and never was for this,
but nothing
at all..

scorned of these visions
simulacre of religions fold:
who is meditating
surrender to the sound
coming from below,
and to be is there an unspoken:
"violence! have no fury,
who is now i need and feed upon,
i see a masquerade..it is them."
"for those who are vengeful
they are under his wing.."
how goes your TV eyes with consumption;
"what shall you do? what shall you do?"

my whim is his whim
shhh..the silence is not sudden;
and on with it
taken in wastedness
hangovers..fate
suicides..destiny
the night was with clouds of vaporous gas
an ocean so contrasted from the sunrise;
drive by with your 5:00 PM eyes..

no god..let this be hell
then i believed
this must be it..

rest.