Volcano

 

 

The ground splits.

The air turns caustic;

With every air breathed

Dressed like a poisonous love.

 

All I hear are screaming

And all I see is people dying

Flashing lights

With the skies falling on me.

 

There I remembered

The book of Revelations

And how the old saint said

God was going to take his people away.

 

Sure I am no saint

For I have built my life of deceit

In the eyes of the world

Now it has shut them

Leaving me with nowhere else to look up to

What therefore I am

Is a mere hypocrite

Whose smiles are drenched in lethal roses.

 

But who do I run to

As the earth quakes

With people screaming for help?

 

I look at this moment

Like a kaleidoscope of memories

Swimming through the ocean

Like a leaked venom ready

To strike dead all fishes in the waters.

 

Opulence was the goal

But what shall it therefore profit

A man if he loses his soul

While chasing shadows of ghost?

 

Catharsis!

This is when you get drowned in your volcanic lies

With its molten magma burning you to death

With no hand to lift you up.