Mute

Written on 9-14-10

Sitting in water

Cold tempered water

Not changing

Just tapping

*tap* *tap* *tap*

Dripping in this hole

The hole that goes deeper

Deeper than the Earth’s crust

Deeper than life, love and death

Combined at the seam

The seam holding it all

But then it falls apart

Just one loose thread

Just one, destroys it all

One minute there

The next all gone

Everything is woven

Held by every stitch

The stitch that once was life and love

Now flourishes in the mist

This mist is thick and dark

Once entered, hope is lost

To enter this mist with hope of returning

Is nothing but lies within itself

While walking in this darken world

Of spirits new and young

Old and lost

Gone forever

This darkness has taken over

Why, you ask

As you sit in this place of lonesome

Why is there no one to help

All hell has broken out

Loose with flames

The lies that were told to you

The lies you told to everyone

Then, everyone is a lie

Including you

Yes, you.

A lie and nothing else

There really is nothing to it

As you sit here in the cold water

You realize that life itself is a lie

One forever changing lie

When death toll life

But life minus ‘f’ is lie

And rearrange and subtract the ’d’

Death is just truly hate

And now sitting in this cold wet down

Of water in this path

A curved door above closes

And now in a box

But not a box, but a coffin

And not cold water, but tears

This is not a depression for the deceased

But the sadness of a death

For the dark is mourn

And the lost are just sad

For this funeral is not just for thee

But for the willing dead.

And as the coffin goes into the hole

Which is truly another world

A piece of fabric is thrown underway

And lay in the muddy, gruesome sole

The edges are frayed

And it’s all ripped to shreds

But with that said

Everyone is dead, really.

Everyone has this square of cloth

Everyone has had it throw on them

But now, who is it in this hole

The living, or the dead?