Through The Pines-Beyond The Pale-Out Of Mind Poem by Chris Noir

Going down this road,
There's no telling what,
Lurks behind your eyes,
So perfectly still.
As the way unfolds,
Everybody dies,
But only few of those
Ever get to kill.
And the music plays so
Softly far behind
Through the trees
Kissed by fire.
The sound caught and
Swallowed by the ancient pines,
Quenches the eternal life
Of empty desire.
One more step and there's the abyss.
No matter how many blessings you can count.
Death is the only way to bliss
And the only way out.
How perfect this face of God
Shines cancer down our throats.
And still we breathe the air we burn.
One more step and ours is the blood,
Of the veins of earth.
Once we dig it's what's done is done
And there's no return.
Every tear is a lake soon
You'll understand,
What it means
There's enough water
To drown an ant
In it in all of them
A human being.
Count them if you will
You will have to dive
As everything turns to light
Your lungs and heart stand still
If you get out alive
Don't forget the sight.
There's sorrow of some billion souls
In the dust we inhale.
On it we thrive.
In every breath I hear them growl.
Beyond the pale
Well out of mind.