burp

when death will touch the waters
I hope the waters part
to flowerbeds ecstasy as i knew it
inside my head

when death comes round
as it says on the flyers
i wish its hand to touch the ground
as everyone will hear the sound

of its fingers indefinitely caressing
the blackboard
the screech of nature is
captivating filleting the trees
and demonstrating its width

my ears are splitting
with eardrums broken
a sense of rhythm hypnotised
but bones of soil do awaken 



to that force which then does soften
soggy waste to nil inside the pit
our thoughts get tangled up in
 wrath that then divides

our poisonous cynanide
our thoughts we use to guide
our survival
hopeless but pain will stop



when death rattles the coffins
and throws the rocks
where flowers uproot
and fire is tossed

where rivers depleted
where mankind is crushed
when death comes round
may the world be ahush

where sunshine dillates
and so does the moon
where ash is a sense
of insanity croon

by the blue girls
and the way that they shine
one just googles
at there thoughts of sublime
intention one simply marvels

when death comes round
at the salt on your eyelids
crusting them open
but willing to fly
in idiots breath
if they are inclined
to drown in whats left
and there's no one to find
the world is blameless
when it ends as it begins
it breaches time
and death is felt
no more than insanity
eventually is ignored, when landfalls crumble
halfway down to the divine
halfway upwards to the blind
the rubble we call death
that then comes around
to be called
humanity