wake up: feel the doors closing in invisible hands cup a trasparent brain drinking it down in gulps: warm, fuzzy nectar only to then shy away from thoughts enter in: deep as darkness, surrounded by a forest of false green. tangled in thorny undergrowth i emerge from a sleep cocoon. no butterfly am i, but a monster. i would tread trails of calm acceptance but that path is closed to me; instead i divert into unknown wilderness, twisted by magical chants, by things too many time said. my backbone is the colossus, a mountain in which to leap from. my head is the abyss where suicides land; languish in the pain of desire unfullfilled; lament without voices because the choice took the body away. without question i know there is light somewhere and i hide from it.....i live in sand three mattresses thick here i replace the walls...voids that burn black i am hungry....i am cold I'm all alone....so alone |
SO ALONE |