Resubmitted and edited.
Juxtapose belief with pain and suffering...

This grey mound no longer matters
entombed in gristle floating majestically...

Feels like a tissue
loaded with love aromas...

Now I know it is all too much
stumbling, then falling hard...

Tattarrattat
delevelled redder peeweep...

Gazing at the shoreline
realisation ripped his soul...

There is no such thing as silence
for when I curl into a ball...

As I sleep among the stars
(of this unfurnished mind...

Sure I'm sad
Lost faith, that echo...

Clouds
judgement...

Band on table, glistening offers hope,
eyes cannot register any promise...

Is this real life, as such I ponder
or am I part of a bigger daydream...