Halls of the Dark Muse

Anarchy of the Soul

I am dead inside
maybe not all the way
but just enough to fall away
disintegrate into dust
and ash.

Watch the flesh melt away
effortlessly sliding
out of my skin
charred bones
and broken limbs.

Just want to watch
suspended from myself
is that too much to ask?

Life on the ground
is too weighed down
gravity imprisons the mind
with predisposed limitations.

I want to hit eject
propel myself up
melt away into something else
like a wisp of smoke
something ill-defined
liberated from laws
of man and nature.

To close my eyes
and destroy the world
with only a thought
and start again
bending the rules
of reality.

Don't get me wrong
even God has become
a slave to his creations
reinvented by misguided
human hands
he has lost control.

Even worship is another
binding force
a gravity of the soul
I don't want to become
someone else's vision
of myself.

Like Oz perhaps
I will look from behind the curtain
but there would be no figurehead
to speak for me
like Chaos I would act
upon the whim
behind the veil of darkness.

An unknown parable
to throw the axis off
the moment you become known
in another's eyes
in word or sound
you are already
chained to perceptions
and placed in someone else's jar.