The Plan

I can feel
The Sun scorch
The Earth
While the Moon
Magnetizes my soul
I’m fighting gravity
To reduce my frequency
But I’m tied
To the living and dead
As the past and future
Mix in my head

If I kill myself
Will everything be okay?
If I slit my throat
Will my pain bleed away?
I must be the blame
If I’m the victim
Will it set you free
From the reflection
You refuse to see

The deserts
Are where heroes go
When they seek the grave
Once their task is done
Everyone forgets their names
Riddling their mind
With the horrors, they survived
Screaming terror
And only the darkness and shadows
Hear what they say
Calling out Death’s name

The Sun and heart
Beat
But mine is losing strength
I fall
And fill my lungs with sand
I let go
As you carry out the plan