Cries of the Almighty

There I was,
In the Elysium of creator.
Absent was the taint of creation,
Glistening was my heart like smoldering ember.

It was for posterity,
What form has it taken.
Forgotten is our own self,
Needing an oratory to bring it out.

Inconspicuous is our self
Waiting to be blazoned
Too much in slumber to realize,
There we are counting our last breaths.

In love with this lifeless dome,
Or is it not?
Deathless it surely is,
Truths suffocating in between ifs and buts.

You couldn’t question me, neither did you answer my questions.
Driven with that into the tumult
Too busy sinking in the swamp of remorse,
While I keep spitting freaky statements like no other.

On the wet nights, what could have dry thoughts done,
Fizzing champagne on passerby’s.
Pretending to be drunk or were they not,
I will always stand tall when your shitty dream dies.

Had I been your buddy, you’d be ecstatic,
On the brink of despondency, I am your only foe.
Hold me and my acquaintances tight
You can never leave me and you will never be let go.