Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sarcophagi
You were once a person too,
But in my arms, I fold
You up and flex your
Soul to the after world.
All free thinkers with dried
Thoughts shall spend their
Life running from the tepid
Idea of us entwined in
The forever of churning
Wheels and swinging pendulums,
Slick seconds slipping away.
But we have aeons to
Spend stuck in each others
Fibers, engrossed in the thread
That kept us together.
When our yarns unravel, our
Woods shall crack and splinter
Away to a bed of worms and
Dirt and darkness, a bitter
Black of luscious nothing.
I am aware of your sychophantic
Spirit running off to dazzle
Dimensions with tales of
The other world deemed real
By word of a languid mouth.
You will hug a heaven never seen
As I hug your corpse, so
Delicious with decay; your
Morals melting off as your
Flesh fills the stomachs of
Maggots, hungry for hte likes
Of an impecunious soldier.
They, in turn, become smaller pests
Flowing with the dysfunction
You made a lifestyle of.
And I shall rest here, with
You, as though we are one quintessence.
When you are no longer eidetic
To anyone, I'll still hold you,
Dressed in your best, eyes
Coined, ferried safely away.
You aren't half as requisite
In life, as I am in death.
January 12, 2010
But in my arms, I fold
You up and flex your
Soul to the after world.
All free thinkers with dried
Thoughts shall spend their
Life running from the tepid
Idea of us entwined in
The forever of churning
Wheels and swinging pendulums,
Slick seconds slipping away.
But we have aeons to
Spend stuck in each others
Fibers, engrossed in the thread
That kept us together.
When our yarns unravel, our
Woods shall crack and splinter
Away to a bed of worms and
Dirt and darkness, a bitter
Black of luscious nothing.
I am aware of your sychophantic
Spirit running off to dazzle
Dimensions with tales of
The other world deemed real
By word of a languid mouth.
You will hug a heaven never seen
As I hug your corpse, so
Delicious with decay; your
Morals melting off as your
Flesh fills the stomachs of
Maggots, hungry for hte likes
Of an impecunious soldier.
They, in turn, become smaller pests
Flowing with the dysfunction
You made a lifestyle of.
And I shall rest here, with
You, as though we are one quintessence.
When you are no longer eidetic
To anyone, I'll still hold you,
Dressed in your best, eyes
Coined, ferried safely away.
You aren't half as requisite
In life, as I am in death.
January 12, 2010
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Sarcophagi
Sarcophagi