The After Life
In this book of rhyme, written into pages,
Suspecting suspicion suspended,
On the backs of us, skipping on skeletons,
Bearing from kingdoms otherworldly,
Packing it with a wolf, pit bull raging bull,
Trilogy of alphas atomizing my heart,
Telling the All Father, Mother Earth is ruined,
Seeping in the last acknowledgement,
Particles of protons, married trapped inside,
Planning on protecting the protagonist,
Exempted to accept, all of the endlessness,
The light you feel an ancient algorithm,
To try nulling the void, the perfect path to exit,
Faded footsteps of my phantom's anthem,
Grinning to conversate, from the last we spoke,
The rapture hitting waves ripping it open,
Telling you the new hope, swinging in relativity,
Returning to you by the skin of my teeth,
Gaining momentum, monuments built to mind,
Tied to the pain of giving me forgiveness,
An astronaught forever, withering atmosphere,
Years to be seconds away from floating,
With feathers soaring, life is a book of levitation,
Coaxing this ghost all the way to its origin,
Flickering my tired fingers, energizing the fire,
Motions me to the realm of rythmatic strife,
Smoke screen background, rising to challenge,
The happenings to become us in the after life.
