Sunday, October 29, 2006
Leaking
I’m leaking
From my spirit,
My soul
I’m degrading
Deflating
With ever tick of the tiny hand
The larger one imposing
I’m leaking, t
Time’s slipping away
Flowing faster away
Slower to pay
My vision is dripping away
A-blotching with grey
Out lined by black
My night turns into day
And then turns back
My fears are sliding away
A coma of a sort
My tears are flowing away
Though they’re muse is burning away
I’m leaking
From my body, my blood
Flows outwards to form
Deep, dark pools of mud
Commingled with tears
A mud that is earthen
Almost is red
But your mistaken
It is not blood,
For no blood may I shed
I’m distraught and I’m worthless
A demon accursed
And I’m done with the walking
Your damnable talking
A single loud sound
A bullet and round
Or was it a blade?
A slash and a shave?
Was it a needle,
Whose contents bare,
This pain I can feel?
I do not remember
The clock is calling
I’m leaking
I’m leaking
I’m thinking…
My death
No
Twas thinking life,
Leaking life
It’s al-ive known
Until we’ve seen beyond the veil…
Everything’s life
Even death
.............
Especially Death
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