The Hole

Dark day dawns
Hell’s highway yawns

Scowls
Licking its jowls

Barren
Brooding

Dry
Desert stretching

By roadway flying
By now I’m crying

For fear this dying
I’m now denying

Shallow grave
For a sallowed slave

Cool cruel
Cement judgement!

Pure icy metal
Flash strike flesh

Last breath is death
Flesh is mesh

Flying while dying
Ghost screams away

Cursing your birthing!
Blood feeding nothing!

Not even a flower
An insect
A grass blade
A beatle
Or even dust…

This wide eyed soul
Will find no hole

To rest
And be blessed

And the black mass
I drove past

Will never stay
By God I pray

But will haunt
As the bell tolls

Until death finds
It’s ultimate goal

A dark,
Quiet hole

To shelter forever more
This lost soul