Beyond

I am beyond this body, beyond this doubt
beyond the sickening sway of fear and misery
because no night of mine is stronger
than the one that silences the cursing mind
the sensation of the clock echoing through voids
to the churning of your stomach, the beating of your heart

I am beyond rhyme or reason, beyond rationed thought
beyond the food people claim me to be
beyond blind dismissal of encounters with truth
though my heart revolts inside a hollow frame
never a sound, just a broken heart
in the face of all I've been promised

I am beyond simple death, only sketching real life
on the skirts of what I'm told is worth every tear
so I forge the chains of carnal desire all through the sun
and release myself to the embrace of infinite midnight
I'll pray once more tonight, when the cup of sorrow spills
beyond this bed, I'm no more, no less
      
        Than a soul in service
        A soul at rest.

~Jared