Feeling like...

I lost a grip that I never had...
that the ground beneath has gone mad...
concentration lacking
and disgust with the way I feel

digging
digging
deeper into this cavern that never was, but is, and hopefully will not be

Sipping on this tea of life
as it drips, drops, and
now, drunken is my soul on this delight

but why...
why must I ask why more often than not since
more often than not, there is no answer,
cuz I am....

I am the answer to a lot of the questions I seek,
eating my own foot in the process, until I inhale myself whole like a hungry snake,
into nothingness, but I am not nothing
only I let that thought manifest, shall it be
but not....since fears are just that...

fears are non-material, brought into your world....to dwell and stay for as long as you house them..
fears are kept at bay....just waiting for your command...you can use them to your advantage, or let them over take...but you are still in control, even when you think you are not....

Why am I so sad?
I need to justify this feeling....
and then throw it to the wayside
cuz I possess it too tightly....

in a grip that has lost itself, since it can never be truly tangible....