Dust and Me

I can hear the world outside
I can smell its rancid breath

Its too much for me
The ebola virus on my tongue
Is filling up my mouth with red
So while the world shouts, I wait
I sit and wait in silence
Drinking my own blood

It feels like I'm 10,000 years old
And all I do is sit and hate
All of this time, all I want is silence
Peace and quiet

So shut the world up
Let my poor bones stop vibrating
Let me rest, let me sleep
Let me rot here in this hole

Or my words
will kill
us all

If my breath was fire, how I'd roar
And put the
Sun to
shame

If my tongue was ice, how I'd spit out
My contempt for this world, where friends can
Turn away and pretend not to notice each other

If my eyes were storms, how I'd stare
And nothing would stand in my way
I would tear everything apart with just
the anger of my voice
And the darkness
of my iris

If I was the antichrist, how I'd fall from the sky
And rise from the ocean
To bring about
The end of
days

But sadly I am not the devil
My breath isn't fire, my tongue isn't ice
My contempt is useless, my words are just wind
We were all born weak, we will all die weak

So leave me to myself
My own sad self
And I'll find somewhere else
to fade away, a deeper hole
so my soul
might fit
inside

Soon you'll realize
We do not matter, and in
The grandest of all schemes
Nothing really does

No matter what we do, say, or think
It's futile at the end of times
So I'll dig deeper, deeper
deeper, deeper, deeper
and deeper still

Between this dimension and the next
There stands only dust
And me