Some lies

After the faces have left the building
and the smoke is smoked
and the ducts are dry
I sit
on the edge of foam
wondering how the Devil
to pull myself out
I am not falling down a slope
or into havens where once rabbits ran
I am a black hole
sucking the nearest people within
and crushing
as I too destruct
and I thought
I told myself
I should not have come here
like facing reality self counselling or just readying myself
for the replay
I wish for a perfect humanity
erect and functional
judgeless and undamned
anywhere everywhere I'm proved wrong
after the faces have left the building and the smoke is smoked and the tear ducts are dry I wish for someone
to come
and tell me some old tale
and stroke my hair
and promise me
as elders did when I was young and frightened of dreams
that it'll all be alright