Blood

My greasy hands trying to hold on

That which can't be held

Or measured against anyone else's

I hear if you sit still long enough

Something will bubble up

But it's hardly ever what you want

I wish I even had the patience

To bring myself to pray to something

But it's always only a guess

No one has convinced me one way or the next

And then I try to relax

But can I see its blood

Even if only one time?

Can I see its blood

Even if only one time?

I keep on spitting into the abyss

And now I'm surrounded on all sides

And I probably should have changed

But what if my mouth had run dry?

And I've a sneaking suspicion

That it's been a joke the whole time

That our brains are playing pranks

That are just feeding us lines

But I'm still unconvinced

That not even nothing exists