The world can be blurry
But the truth is not
Written words can be fuzzy
But speech is not
I am forced to hold my breath
For moments I am not expecting
My shadow has my soul at gunpoint
Compelled to lay flowers on my nemesis
And start fires on the graves of my friends
As if I am a bunch of bliss and abyss (of inferno)
Crammed into flesh
I’m wrigling out my heart
For the last bit of good it has to offer
As a sacrifice upon the alter made with my own hands
Before the death knell sounds without warning
I hold my breath for repercussions I do not welcome
And for love that is contrary to freedom
I am doing it scared
I am doing it sacred
Unfelterred
Free
I am doing it anyway.
I am Icarus
Flying beside the sun without fear of burnt or melted wings
Because I am a fool
Not knowing enough to be afraid but enough to be courageous
To hold my breath for questions I am unable to answer
Until I gasp out for air, choking on realities that are not mine
But I am set on marching away from love and war
As everything in life
Is some kind of love
And some kind of war
And nothing is fair at all.
A time bomb is ticking and I can hear it
Tick
Perhaps it goes off, I’ll experience Gestalt
Tick
Perhaps then, the ratner effect on my being will wear off
Tick
Perhaps, these thoughts get blown into fragments and puzzle pieces
Tick
To be solved by my alter ego
Tick…Tick….Tick…
Booommmmm….!