Out of the noise
Mind back into my head
Hearing real sound
Feedback occurring at half the pace
An autopilot distortion
Holding the clock 

Fragility
Terrifying and grounding  
Experiencing your fragility
Pass into everything

Fishtails and jackknifes
Piled machines, mangled heap
Embalming fire
Toxic chemicals, put to sleep

Continuously pushing
Images out of the head
Details of your
Unexpected fate
Pronounced dead

Is short time truly unfair?
Cease to live
A fate for all
No afterlife knowledge
To ever facilitate suck a judgement call

Does peace or perception exist
For a body-less soul
So angry
That you had to go

Why was there not more time
To live and breathe
Love and see,
Dying and living vicariously 

If this is the tree 
Then where is the root
One that holds, nourishes,
Sustains the fruit?

Attitudes rolled in like thunder
To the electrical impulses
Wavering back and forth
Creating heat and light
A moment to be receptive to sound
Creates sensitivity to its nature
Could any sound even be called my own?
Vibrations swirling, surrounding
Pushing blood through the skull
A massage of momentum
Thunder. 

Lying next to an old friend
Watching the morning horizon lights bend
This moment must be a Godsend
Such a question made to linger
Of why we are still alive
Laid to rest
So much time toyed with death
I'm glad to see you here still
To get your life's abundant fill
You shook my bones, rattled my soul
If you were gone where would you go?
A question only God would know
A concept still maturing as we know
Oh friend how I would have missed you so

Sip by sip
Taking it in
What the dear Lord calls a sin
Fun times now
The devil comes around 
To play with children and their thoughts within
Tangled grip self imposed 
A weakened soul becomes exposed
A whispering to the wounded 
Will taint
Fun times now 
The devil comes around 
And lingers
Souls at the tips of his fingers