flat-line breathing, a collapsed lung

an oblivian of existential oblivion
a spokesperson for what matters
an eery infomercial of what to percieve
a trapped box marked 'open'
irrelivant to our minds
an acceptance for only the ignorant
he rivals the rivalry of mind,
of matter, of space, of no space,
yourspace,myspace,theirspace,
the reality we all co-exist in
is fake, not real.
physical matter is for fools?
the pieces of atoms and
air around me is just my illusion
i feel no fear.
i feel no fear.
i feel no fear.

a state of chaos
you've stepped over the chalk outline
into my death.
you've played the superficial
god. you've stepped out of
the mind of the zone
and stepped into uncomfortable
territory. not of your own,
you seek admittance and
acceptance.

denied.