LOVE,
intangible and fleeting
slips through my fingers
in a manner not dissimilar
to the well oiled cords
of time. All things of
vague concept passing
me by as I hurl
perilously towards
this lifes final destination.
When the merciful snake of creation releases me
from it’s mortal coil
and devours me to the
bowels of the great afterlife.
My flacid excuse of a cognative
contribution to the vast diseased
pool of mans conciousness being
the only remnants of my existance.
Staining the persistant reality
in which this life inhabits.
My corpse, the golemn that it is,
returns to the mud and clay of
which it was molded from.
AIM - thegrimjester