Frankenstein effect

I play host to a breathlessness unknown

where days are electric-nights forlorn

I drown in a desert that quenches my thirst

My desert of choices. My bubble shall burst.

facing the truth.?!

Fun is when you learn

that beneath all these layers

of emotion and jazz

of all these years and moments

of life, numbness and the rest;

and all the pain, joy and the drill-

There is....naught.

but death.

Just death-nothing angelic

or diabolical

no expression or extension

of anything familiar.

Just a clean stop

of it all.

Just death.

(muhahahaha!!!what fun that should be!)

Another point of view

Point to point.
Road to road.
All is joint-
connected in code
There is the fire;
but no flame.
Faces to hire
Why be in shame?
Wordless expression
of love-hate state.
needless redemption of
created fate.
No space or requirement
for endless tales
of love and commitment
when trust-it fails
in the institution
of permanence, (when)
without inhibition
or pretence
we can be unloyal
and beyond rules-
creating new 'morals'
for promiscuous fools.