The misery of breathing;
Multiplication
Filling with seed the heart
That beats against creation.
Vile mud that shakes
Through echo chamber bursts
And explodes with vibration
Firstly, lastly, in between;
Everything is nothing.
Dark hands in light melt
And the queen yells outloud
"I hate everything"
"I hate the sun and moon"
"I hate the rain and the way it swoons."
Dying is living with arms crossed
And breathing is closing the gap
Between misery and love
So missing what's lost is laughable
And my life is an unfunny joke.
When life makes me a crying jester
And a crook that falls apart
Meadows scare away all beauty
With rustling caves of gold.
