There was a message from Heaven,
But the words were all confused.
Something to do with being nice
And brightness all infused.
There was a message from Hell,
And the intent was very clear.
Life is full of shit and pain
And everything else is drear.
There was a message from Earth,
And sometimes it made sense.
Stuff and blood and pain happens;
It’s the dealing with it, that really sucks.
And sometimes there is good.
And sometimes there is not so much.
And sometimes it balances out.
And sometimes it is just whatever it is.
All of life lives in balance and flux;
What it is, it is, what Fate decrees unjust,
It then turns about and becomes a must….
No second chances, maybe time to duck.
We bottle our feelings and emotions
Turning them inside out, unseen
When instead we could just shout,
And get rid of that which is unclean.
Ahh, but I see it more clearly now.
Blind as bat, that might be me.
Tactile sensory input overload
Something’s broken, untoward.
I don’t know what it was I said.
But now everyone else is dead….
The Zombies roam the streets.
Always looking for more tasty meat!