Gore of Being

in this soft lament

where the silence is fleeting

deep in the red and disenchanted

I’m fighting the sentiments 

within my consciousness

a face within the flames

something in the air 

moving closer  

illuminated just ahead  

and I crawl towards the edge

an offering to suffer 

to the end where I’ll begin 

it’s overwhelming in the emptiness 

dismantle me

coalescence between 

sorrow and peace

gritted teeth ground innocuous 

corrode to rust 

submissive to mortality 

something in the air

moving closer  

and I am just a  

ghost of what was left   

crossing over to live

and I crawl towards the edge

an offering to suffer 

to the end where I’ll begin 

it’s overwhelming, pull me back 

as I crawl towards the edge

an offering to suffer 

to the end where I’ll begin 

it’s overwhelming in the emptiness  

dismantle me   

there is no cure 

there is no meaning 

we’re weak and powerless 

to the gore of being

time is a cannibal 

dismantle me 

submit to the violence of mortality

No cure

No meaning

to the gore of being

as I crawl towards the edge 

an offering to suffer 

to the end where I’ll begin 

it’s overwhelming in the emptiness  

we suffer to the end