Exodux

The ground shakes like the earth is standing on stills.
My composure shifts as confidence leave me.
My soul is next to seep from my body.
For the flesh is only a temporary home.
My mind has deserted me.
I feel like the walking dead.
A zombie that is resigned to normalcy.
My memory is just shallow quick thoughts.
Life hides around the corner with a baseball bat.
Ready to hit a homerun with my spine.
For I can’t see the future.
And the past stalks me as a crazy berserker.
The devil has now enters the dining hall.
Poisoning the meat of Salvation.
For dreams is fodder of fools.
And sweet talk is a soft song of death.
I count the days of the apocalypse on my fingers and toes.
For heaven seems a thousand years away.