truth

You were cracked to begin with
Floating beneath us
Above futility
Like queens with wreath cuffs
I zero in on an index
An answer
A question
That is more like a quest
Of sole self possession
The gravestone lies naked
I piss on the front
I push for more sanction
Sanctity too
No parallels
To cover
Uncover
Or see
Your paranoia
Has wasted its time with me
Merlin can’t save us
Nostradamus is dead
I don’t need behavior
I need somewhere to tread
Please approve of my action
My glorious ways
Please give me a faction
So I can get lost in this maze
If I get hungry -
I can at least have their souls
All of my own have been eaten
They’re riddled with holes
I can’t seem to find her
She’s got stories to tell
To young children and insects
Why am I not there?
I’m waiting for answers
Under the stairs