So It Goes

It will go sometimes like this...

Fire breathing it’s own life
in a cold, desolate forgotten field

Air putrid, stale and harsh
burning in your lungs

Sensuously, seductively
in a way that makes death seem like magic

Oh, yes it will go sometimes like this...

A gray haze forming on the horizon
slowly engulfing all you thought...
you knew of truth
or any sense of being

It will go sometimes like this...
in a room filled with hostile derangement
Eyes of strangers glaring upon you
like a pack of rabid dogs
enraged that you have not joined in their hunt

It will go sometimes like this ....

Starring at blank television screens
wondering who you were
and what you came to be