UKArchive ID: 24713Fitbin
Originally published on April 9, 2010 in Poetry
A journey venturing deep beyond nothingness.
With these eyes I see a thousand miles of burning sand billowing ahead,
the madness within me stirs and clouds my thinking.
Laughing out loud I chant 'die' at the insects who swarm around me,
staring at their blank faces I stiffen my mask as a shield from their gaze.
Feeling them all watch me as one unrelenting mass of judgement,
I poke out their many eyes and become a poisoned King of the nameless.
Crying without tears, I lament the loss of the parts of me that were able to care,
blessed with the curse of feeling nothing now, but potent apathy.
Moving to a new prison, I uncover a fresh grave to bury my head in,
I then remember that nothing can offer any soothing comfort from the torment.
Fake feelings, swimming alone, in an empty sham of a false life,
the trinity that was cut out of my heart still bleeds in the quiet moments.
Searching, yearning, begging, pleading and praying,
for some outside agent that I know doesn't exist, to come and save me.
I fell asleep and never woke up, got high and never came down,
committed suicide but didn't die, gave up but was never allowed to stop.
Archived comments for Blighted Bane
pdemitchell on 20-04-2010
G'day sir fit of bin. Delightfully surreal and reminds me of the film Papillon and that last stanza was to die for - I can see our hero staggering across the burning sands, hands outsretched for the triple cornetto of salvation even now.... Mitch 🙂
I was composing this one at work, I think the metaphor is my long journey towards the delight of hometime and the cooling ice-cream treat.