Poetry gawking at my display

[Snafu in the Void]

"When am I going to die?" I asked,
Death leaned into my ear and whispered,
"You've been doing it your entire life."
At which point thoughts became breath
and I knew I was running out
"Don't worry, there's time."

"How much do I have left?" I pondered,
Time gazed into my eyes and exclaimed,
"None, I've never belonged to you."
And then my memories suddenly became dust,
Something I owned but never posessed
"Don't worry, there's love."

"Has anyone ever loved me?" I questioned,
Love suddenly came rushing through me and made me feel,
"You've always been loved, you are love."
Which caused me to freeze and stutter
how can that possibly be?
"Some things you may never understand"

"Why can I not understand?" I thought,
A volcanic rage boiled inside of me, I prayed,
I fought, I flailed, I spoke in tongues,
and the world said nothing to me,
only gawked at my display,
throwing pennies at my feet.

I've already seen the finale of my life
spoken in whisper, there is no reason to scream
because I've convinced myself whatever happens
is simply, was always, only a dream
and I get drunk and I get high
I know what I am doing
I'm dancing for myself because none of this matters

The shrink just called
I think he's looking to score

(I really like this one-^ feels right)

 

[Mysterier]

This is fucking great.