Oracle

he who hath they steerage of my course
give me something in this world to fight for
am I tortured for misfortune of fate
or is this thought for a thought of my faith
‘cause why, I can’t see how I can get through a day
in my dreams, I try to escape
to be whole with love, a reach on my hands
I send my prayers and swear for an answer
star crossed at a dead end
is the faith of heart the misleading path
to the worst feared ending
the silence of the wind, an old age dawning
this skins’ been broken and tethered in stitches
and leaves the scars that show the pain
of crying days found in a lost old age,
If I try to hide, or runaway there’s
no place but a private tomb for a long wait
to the final minute of instant death,
and no doubt the place where spirits have faded,
and empty body’s rest
but loneliness and agony are the
demons watching over, irate ash and slit
and what will be to those born free
is there a haunting spirit at the end of all days,
black smoke and poisoned air in the night sky’s
and into water
and into dire matter, the anatomy
washed-out sound, submerged
forsaken body, idle senses and blood cells
fluvial soothing skin, healing minerals
and into water, for your...
awakening deaf, where I stand at the edge, of life surrendered
decedent into my last rite, I raise my hands confess my regrets
brings tears to my eyes, blood dripping from my wrists
I’ll scream to the sky, to you, questions that all ask who am I on the inside