The Deep Within

What will I find

If I dig that deep

What will I discover

When I fall asleep

 

If I let myself dive

To the dungeon, the lair

Hanging, clinging

To hollow thin air

 

Where my mind starts to morph

And my brain loses sight

Where the sound of loud engines

Repeats without right

 

Where my hands cling tightly

To the sides of my head

And the devils and demons

Try to sing me to bed

 

What lies there

In the mold and the dust

In the cantankerous filth

Built of saliva and rust

 

Is it me, is it you?

Or some old worn out pair

Of useless dull tweezers

Of deep and dead stares

 

It will eat me and crush

Or so I do think

My life would collapse

My conscience would sink

 

I’d be nothing left

But a pool of hot blood

Seeping, creeping,

Infecting the mud

 

But maybe down deep

Where the hell meets the high

The worst of all beings

Saunters on by

 

Depraved and alone

Shackled and shorn

But real nonetheless

Alive but reborn

 

At the end of the day

The putrid and beau

Are one, not the other

The steam in the snow

 

They settle in slowly

Deep in their skin

They both always lose

They both always win

 

Perhaps that is all

Perhaps that is it

The darkest of crud

Births the tastiest pit

 

Maybe the core

Of your lofty raised tents

Is nothing more than

An old rusty chain-linked fence

 

For the difference that lies

Between you and tween me

Is nothing more than

The insidious ‘we’

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