Zoned Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Blood soaked dirt.
Accidental intentions.
A scream then a whisper.
The very last ember.
Then its pitch black darkness.
No escape, no entrance nor exit.
The very last infection.
Gods complete and absolute rejection.
A pale horse with an ever more pale complexion.
A rider with no solid footing.
Attachment null and void.
Inviting a collision with a cold and barren asteroid.
A world inside a world destroyed.
Our only vessel and most of use it for nothing more the show.
If we only knew, the absence of all certainty.
Bells rings, but nothing is heard.
Voices of absurd.
All sight completely blurred.
A mind warped and disturbed.
A body that continues to stir.
No reasoning behind the maddening movement.
An unhealthy twitch.
Scratching at the invisible itch.
Never satisfied.
An urge to purge.
Still waiting for the hurricane final storm surge.
Knowing when it goes back out you'll be going with.
Searching for forgiveness just brings more emptiness.
Sometimes you have no choice but to abandon ship even when you know the risks.
Even if you can't even swim.
A fish with two different names.
How do we even know it's really the same.
Mirror images with a kiss saying don't worry I on top of this.
Confidence stuck on auto pilot.
Sometimes we all need a little guidance.
Yet we resist with so much defiance.
Giving in, eating crow, bite, chew, swallow.
A hollowed out shell in which we use to call home.
Overstepping our very own comfort zone.