Sunday, May 22, 2022

Mysteries and Lost Chances

To be swallowed whole, devoured as if a small snack
Eating my flesh, all the while smiling, it laughs
The world's like that, knowing when the dirt is done
Nothing inside, keeping you alive, all gone
If all I have is nothing, truth becomes hell
And when there are the people with souls to sell
The world becomes emptied, and then we devolve
Into mysteries, lost chances, we can't solve
What have I wrought, but the worst disaster
I lost my life and gave back what is lasting
Forever passes from fashion, we can't know
But forever is real, how mysteries grow
In the midst of the crash
The last will be first, and first will be last