When Mind and Matter Mix

A susurrus
between this world
and my next

Everyone of my solitary sessions
comes with a myriad of questions
and leaves me with the impression
that I'll never find the words
for my confessions

It's a nasty twist of fate
that's left these feelings on my plate,
emotions more complex than love or sorrow
and definitely not hate

I have a rage to scorch the halls of hell
and tears to douse the sun,
an apathy that knows no bounds
and little understanding of the word fun

I have an erratic lust,
an unending trust
and a heart primed to be broken
by the slightest of gust

I'm lost in this world
forever open to any of the shit that gets hurled,
watching and waiting
as my life is unfurled.