The Mortician

So, this is it then, no Borealis How abysmal the beginning is After that climax of wondering Comes just this, this replica. Thoughts keep me company, still yet Make all the memories go, go, go! Incessant replays with constant reverb Strike the fork and see where it bounces I think my skin is gone now, mostly Still I feel it crawling not away but towards I’m not alone in this carcass, but who, what Who talks to me with a steady voice , a mothers tone Never calming, stirring up old feelings Inertia with no stomach, spinning, blurred STOP. Calmness, Easiness, alien Embrace, break, let go, slip away, start over