There is no more mystery

I can’t see any light anymore, even my eyes are dim.

Nothing can pass through me anymore, I’m only waiting and waiting while I keep everything out.

It isn’t my choice, to keep things out, but I can’t no matter how I try.

Little or tall great brick walls used to be so pretty, now they’re inside me like a torturous city.

I can’t breathe without tasting the smoke in the air, and there’s no nicotine to accompany it. 

Some dark city made of teeth is now my home, biting into me with all its terror. 

Long before today, I have forgotten where I used to live, I only know now my life is of indulgence and deprival.

Nothing can be all pure, all happy, all good; only pain for the sake of some future pity from Above.

The time for waiting should end, it has to, or something else will.