Horror Of Being Alive

Horror Of Being Alive
© Surazeus
2024 01 30

The splintered sun still wants to tell me why 
dead angels stuck in brains of human beings 
crawl naked walls of anguish to escape 
beautiful hymns of peace in glass church hall 
which floats above vast maze of restless cars 
to make peace with horror of being alive. 

The spinning door in stone castle of ghosts 
delights in holding bruised fruit of the heart 
because beauty kills more beautiful things 
despite suspicious formulas of faith 
we hide in boxes on shelves in dank cells 
along with photos of people we love. 

The crashing clock of meticulous time 
reveals no problem I would dare to solve 
when I crawl on broken hands of desire 
up stairway to Heaven above abyss 
that smiles at me with horror of fake truth 
when I fall backward in the hungry sea. 

The heaving island of the night before 
throws me into cruel world of broken bones, 
enslaved by image of my pretty face 
that shines in mirror of ten thousand eyes 
as quaint display in mausoleum hall 
where children insult my idol with names. 

The blasting shadow of arrogant books 
divides my world view into sacred myths 
describing how my soul was formed from slime 
that slithers up dark river flow of words 
toward lonely tree that weeps by lake of  eyes 
where I think about your face till I die. 

The screaming cavern of reluctant gods 
protects blind prophet of the bleeding orange 
from profit margin of the market hand 
who snatches treasure from my pounding heart 
that soars away on eagle wings of fame 
to find plane Minerva crashed in the sea. 

The howling owl for twenty thousand years 
still reigns as emperor on gold pyramid 
with silent judgment jesters write on scrolls 
recording who wins his chess games with Death 
while slaves escape in mists of Avalon 
to flee safe jeweled walls of paradise. 

The singing sky remembers why the Earth 
erupts hot lava from chaotic lust 
to form firm mountains of my confidence 
so as son of the Seraph with three eyes 
I comprehend true nature of the light 
to make peace with horror of being alive.