The World to Come

I tell myself i wont always be this lonely

It carries me through the day and through the darkest of nights

All over the world lovers make love

All over the world strangers meet in a bedroom and say goodbye to ever seeing each other again

Their bodies twist and shift doing everything to get closer

Years and years and years and years

Of sleeping alone, waiting on someone to lay my innocence to rest

The act brings forth life and the act is the keeper of human existence in the world, but hungry for more than the physical

Hypnotized by desire, when i die God will throw me to the fire

Clean sheets to cover all the shadows. Dancing with Plato all through eternity. Moving back and forward through time in the farthest corner of the cave. Black silhouettes on the wall reeking terror on my soul.

A deep taste of the skin in the minds of a schizoid lover

Christ nailed to a cross brings guilt to those who have yet to lo lose

Their religion

I’ve seen it all. I saw the thorns across Christ drip of blood. I’ve seen the future of a dead sun. I saw electricity electrify the faces of those who first saw it, but what have i not seen. Is it the parting of legs, is it the rolled back eyes and the bent of a spine .

The pain of sleeping alone causes a wide eye red eye stair

I deny the father i deny the sun, i wait for the end to come

Talking to myself because nothing else helps

Do you bedroom games make the world feel different

I wonder