The Obsession
The Obsession
Seeps
Without a glance
A touch
Without catches of a cough or swims through a stream
Time
Time
Time
It will happen only with time
Dripping
Down to our gut
Through the bone
Our marrow
Giving us the chill
Ooh, but wait, there’s another
And you do look up
And you do seize hold
There is a choke of death as you stroke without a feel
“COME!” anyone cries
“COME!” everyone shrieks
All of us, hopeless, insane, disturbed
“COME!”
Because it is out there
They are close
She will come
There is convincing as we beg for mercy
And plead for the humanity where we alone know more than others
WE KNOW WHILE OTHERS DO NOT!
I am the only one who distinguishes
Just like anyone else out there with a gut
And it swells
To an unbelievable amount of helium, expanding and molding
Into a hardened world, superior to any planet discovered
And it swells, burning every chemical and physical property
We slowly die as it overpowers us
As we possibly EXPLODE
BANG!
There is nothing left but a zooming, lying, distorted particle.
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