Shy god

"so much knowledge, so little purpose"
Tomorrow will be Thursday.

It is waiting.

Love's creator.
The equal of...nothing.

To what do we owe this life sentence of Misery

Bust these chains.
Damn this power, of guilt,
& freedom,
& to hell w/ spiritual quests.
Eat the mind (erase the memory)
Feed the flesh (fondle the fury)
Serve the soul (soothe the silence)
"...am but a shy god"
Tiresome indeed.
Black is the color of these thoughts.
"Black is beautiful",
but only to gaze wearily upon,
not to experience,
not this way.
Tomorrow will be Thursday.
Why the need?
Why,
the wall?


Art by Xagamus