Useless map in my hands, gripped and folded neatly
It’s not where I’m supposed to be, not even nearly…
Where I’m going roads aren’t leadin’, but still needed.
There will be elementary darkness, when greeted –
Solid shadows from the balanced side of hell
lighting up torches of flesh, judging by the smell…
Nothing will flash its presence, to where I belong-
like crumpled up paper – my body won’t respond,
killing synaptic inferno, chemical burn dying
no more sparks to be gathered to a lightning
no more sweet moans, or arching back, no grace
nothing left to be released, diffused into open space…
Capture the blazing oblivion in irresistible pain!
Blinding gaze of ignorance … so stupid and vain.