I close the eyesSoul searching mouths openI take in your clean air It takes over from the bottom of my beingTry to make this so specialmake it mean something, anythingRats, scorpions and snakes pour out.I take my slumberI restlessly fight this sleepMy eyes grow so weightedRelaxation comes upon me like a wash of snowI start to sleepDemons, devils and succubii claw at meI scream…No one hears.I cut…No one to drink the blood.I fall to my knees…No one to pray unto.
Loss of Words
March 22nd, 2001 | poetic