Blood

My greasy hands trying to hold on To 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'd 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 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 have a sneaking suspicion That it's been a joke the whole time That our brains are playing pranks And are just feeding us lines But I'm still unconvinced That not even nothing exists