there is a crack
in things
there lies a
fracture
in the way of things
there is this hole
in my heart
where the misery
pours out
where every breath
of free air
is filled with the smell
of souls
decaying
around me
their greedy fingers
move the fog like
basement webs
as they tear at my
eyes
every step
amongst the dead
every dance
through the drooling
gibbering
crowds
drives ever closer
to red madness
and there is a hole
in my heart
where the misery
pours out
i can hear them
speaking at me
screeching
howling
death rattles
i stuff my ears
with memories of
better days
before i begin
to howl back
nothing is right
anymore
nothing is clean
anymore
nothingness grows
until nothing
becomes all
drown all the children
burn all the women
rape and mutilate the men
nothing is all
nothing is all
it's only when
the dead finally sleep
and the street has been
hidden
by a blanket of hush
that i can breathe
again
the veil above me
unfolds itself
and those that i love
loved
will love
bathe me
in silver warmth
i weep
when the dawn
comes clawing its way
over the carcass
of my world
the light will bring the dead
and drown me
in madness
again
it is never enough
to fill this hole
in my heart
where the misery
pours from
alexandre arnau
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hole-5/
