Wet Paint Poem by Brandon Nothing

The thunder rolls beyond the cill
Gasping and clutching onto firm ground
Holding steady in an unfinished collapse
Feet sink deep as the world begins to stop
Yet it continues to move
Bottle it; conceal the raw tragedy of emotion
Not at this place, vomit your pride
If it ever did exist at bay
In pure darkness, curtains closed
Open the bottles smash on the floor
The truth is now out
This picture was designed yesterday
When the earth still span
Just yesterday, I wasn’t dead
How could this happen in just one day?
In one devastating, harmless verse
It drips the dew of rapture
Where I hath be judged
Judged by all, only to fail
So send me away, I am the unknown soldier
Unknown of stable purity
Where status quo is to fight
The picture is slowly fading
It can never be the same as before
Each tear dropp smudges the fresh ink
That rolls onto my aching body
As the salt drenches the wounds
Half of it is gone by now
Perhaps I should just forget it
Your crazy there is no ghost!
But when I look in the mirror
Or is it the window?
I can not tell anymore
In both I see nothing