Alighieri The Atmosphere Between
As the sands of time blend with//that of this dead man’s
valley//the hallucination’s puddle deepens//while I draw
closer//to the center of madness//what is this//what is
this torture?//In a secluded raving for peace//I am now
one with the deadened//aspirations of youth//what form of
torture//has been bestowed upon me?//when the very
surface of which I wish//to be devoured//will not accept
my donations//I have failed//I find myself nonsensical;
“nothing is never enough as we wither with the sands of
time”//I am lost in the atmosphere between//sanity and my
mind’s corruption//I was dragged to the lands that bleed
forever//and I returned to nothing//I have searched
through the inner workings//there was nothing left//I
escaped from the lands that grieve forever//and I
returned to nothing//I have searched through the inner
workings//there was (nothing)//there was built a
perception of life//beyond the borders of death//there
was built a perspective of life//at the borders of
death//I am lost in the atmosphere between.
