Reversal

The ticking clock,
and stench of fear,
while lilies weep,
and children sneer.

The whites of your eyes,
smile that hideous disfigure,
while the rest of you decomposes,
blood between my fingers.

My hideous deformity,
has gotten the best of me,
yet I've never felt more alive.

Free to philander through the tall grass,
this heart pitters a soft beat,
while the blades of grass soften underneath.

A natural feeling would be to run for the hills,
but it's too late to run from these problems,
so I take a pill to drive away the doubt.

I drift out of sight,
out of mind,
out of willfulness.

Back to the place I came from.

Where the sun rises red,
and the moon is as black as my lungs.

There I can rest.

Beneath the ground.

Above the core.

Forever warm.