Unanswered

Waiting for the end to come

Lost all contact,

sitting in contemplation,

listening to that perverted track,

still have no explanation.

When did this happen to me?

all my thoughts are fleeting,

how can I be dead already?

if I can still feel my heart beating.

Is death a state of mind?

perhaps it's just a feeling,

can we snap in and out?

or is it just Nature healing?

can the oceans taste the sulfur?

can the trees discern our transgressions?

can the breeze smell our fears?

can the gravel hear us cry?

do the streetlights make us blind?

do the highways redirect?

do the cameras capture the emotion?

do our houses shatter what's down below?

how can we ask questions?

how can we comprehend?

when we are all just prisoners here,

of our own device.