Beingnostic

Never remembered a moment without that fearsweat

Cool breeze of intellect

Death haunting the life,

Who is lifting my hand,who is inside, and who is this

Is he different from the rest, or is it sickness of mind.

The glee of knowing the unknown, or such pretense

Time goes by and waiting along the road to nowhere

God, fade this memory, decimate my being,

why nothing seem real,for this lazy me

mashed sights, garbled sounds, pungent smells of this life

waiting for Him to pickup this garbage

and to dump in the celestial landfill.