Poison

O bliss is for the mind that does not think. My tortured soul finds no peace in it's studies. Education often amplifies that which drives me mad.

I pass my time with godlessness, exploring the alluring twinkle of darkness, not finding Satan in the shadows.

Who be the observer? What animates my flesh and bones, and what also occupies mine own space?

O the cliche of life, cursed consciousness , and the poisonous prick of knowledge.

~ Rodin Shaw Cole © 2009