Nothing

there was nothing there at the end of the path at the end of the rainbow life desolate landscape and the crows forever and the taste of emptiness life sliced and raw dripping acid life in cracked layers leaking blood alleys of sick old men in the windows I have a huge pile of it rotten dislikes apathy agonizing within the eyes a cancer in the soul and a wardrobe full of sarcastic old selves and then at the end of the ordeal on the final curve of the via crucis time is drunk and laughing with hands full of fingers hanging my destiny spewing slippery words with a voice that closes doors and turn off the light (but my heart is a cloud he sheds tears on the world reabsorbs the good and bad of everything then reborn strengthened of every death he faces)