Damned - and survival implies death

Just as impossible as falling in and out of linen tides

Etched deeper than the sky

This is not life

Floated this far in the dark;

Noted the purest of cherubs--

Demons all along

New mass graves in singularities

Suck in the light that remains

From futile attempts at sanity;

The tides wash in once again

Floated this far in the dark;

Noted the purest of cherubs--

Demons all along--

Skinned off the palette--

Dripping, amorphous lies to nest by my side

Wishing me

Another good night

There rises the wicked idol of coal

The years, soaked in ages, reek of eons

Spheres drawn into the sand collapse grain by grain--

Before they even begin to exist

Floated this far in the dark;

Noted the purest of cherubs, these blushing destroyers

Conspiring without a mind--

As am I

As am I

This is not life