alexandre arnau - hole

there is a crack
in things

there lies a
fracture
in the way of things

there is this hole
in my heart
where the misery
pours out

where every breath
of free air
is filled with the smell
of souls
decaying
around me

their greedy fingers
move the fog like
basement webs
as they tear at my
eyes

every step
amongst the dead
every dance
through the drooling
gibbering
crowds
drives ever closer
to red madness

and there is a hole
in my heart
where the misery
pours out

i can hear them
speaking at me
screeching
howling
death rattles
i stuff my ears
with memories of
better days
before i begin
to howl back

nothing is right
anymore
nothing is clean
anymore
nothingness grows
until nothing
becomes all

drown all the children
burn all the women
rape and mutilate the men
nothing is all
nothing is all

it's only when
the dead finally sleep
and the street has been
hidden
by a blanket of hush
that i can breathe
again

the veil above me
unfolds itself
and those that i love
loved
will love
bathe me
in silver warmth

i weep
when the dawn
comes clawing its way
over the carcass
of my world
the light will bring the dead
and drown me
in madness
again

it is never enough
to fill this hole
in my heart
where the misery
pours from

alexandre arnau

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