I have been reborn into a dead soul, which lie dormant
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due to the wounds suffered from past aggressors
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This tiny minute corner which has been occupied
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seems so lucid and painful that the blackness surrounding
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pales in comparison
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The uneasiness reaches the corners and rumbles
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every last empty space in-between
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The anxiety of this birth envelops all which has
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been known to me as normalcy and forces the consideration
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of new worlds long forgotten
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Such reaction is something of true power
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And this thing, this birth is so undefinable
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Holding the essence of life and the urgency of death
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I feel like a madman
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Insanity rides my gut into the brain
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and comprehension is suspended
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Irrational emotional occurrence is all that is left
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as I grasp for stability
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This space in my soul needs to be nourished
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It’s hungry, crying as if it were a newborn child
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Yearning for affection, for connection, for protection
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For everything that has been denied in the previous attempts to grow
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These vibrating pulsations stunning my body
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throughout the day will not let me forget
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I am alive
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Dead Soul
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| Matt Zane |
