Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Resistance of my will

Existence of my flesh
Neither negates nor proves my being
Resistance of my will
Is not offered up to be redeemed
Rather than proof my being is a jail
My soul is eternal
The flesh is the place of my sorrows
Tortured cries of pain
Rain down the tears
Let the ego flow
I am a moment
Let the wine of my blood be drunk
By those who sop their bread
In my ichors
When I am undone
Let them sup upon my torment
My limbs and neck may be severed
I do not desire to be here long
For the flesh is veil
Covering the doorway to forever
And I am tired
And I am done