Faculties stuck in the wrong hemisphere…
Noncollinear thoughts running like deer…
Death metal words with pop star emotions…
Shallow like a pond, dense like the oceans.
Began with desire, ended with dust…
All lifes mysteries eventually bust
Open like a flood of reality
Sinking under waves of calamity.
Movement and sound now absolute zero
A vacated world without its hero.
Encumbered no more and to all “au revoir”
If you were involved, best not to know how.
Only cowards turn to stealth when afraid…
Of stark consequences for being played.
(Disclaimer- I am not dead, depressed…or pondering it…its all a metaphor)