i have spent
all my life chasing
aspects which have
no true existence
outside yellowed
philosophy tomes

there is nothing
but words to make up
for a lack of substance
no gods or love
just another episode
spent screaming until
only blood comes out

so when i say
this tired
runs six feet deep
it’s a metaphor
knowing there is no
grave waiting for me
just a receptacle
for the ashes of
another lost dreamer