The Unnerving

Until death does you part

From the cavern in your heart

Will you continue to chase the things that tear you up.

There is a gaping hole in your soul which you fill

With horrors that never grow old, it's like a black hole

That absorbs, emits and accentuates the darkest shades of your radiance, a transmitter if you will.

I read somewhere that the language of the universe

Is that of emotion so when you feel some way that's you conversing with an ocean of galaxies. Among the mysteries of reality is our role in the pool of probability.

It goes unbeknownst that Coiled deep inside you is a potent taste of disgust from actions of pride (or lack thereof) and a yearn for connection manifested in lust, for every action there is an equal reaction such is the karmic function.

I don't have the answers I am just another citizen walking among false gods with self indulged omnipotence.