God is not here
And the weather is cold,
Veins icy rivers of tainted blood
Brain drained of dopamine.
Staying awake until our minds disintegrate
Into a beautiful Pandemonium
Of bright and nameless colours and subtle dream music.
Winter keeps the light away
So we don’t see our sunken eyes or sunken hopes.
Timeless under lightless ground
Life through machine and medication.
Everything is about either sex or money
And I’m not getting either
But I do enjoy this gentle slide
Into the shadow ether.
Desire poisoned and desperate,
Guilt a Murdered Crow on my shoulder,
Haunting every dream.
I just need to silence
The tortured screams of reality.
God is not here and we’re
Broken and fading.
–Jack Blare, Intentional Insanity (2016)