(1)
i am
a plague
to my genesis
like a leech
i suck on
their blood
their sweat
their toil
their emotions
their existence
i am
the DECAY
of their hopes
a regression
of their dreams
i am
a disappointment
to their faith
and belief
(2)
foul putrid ideas -
a stench
of decadence,
of the mind -
the mere thought
like acid
burns
peels
corrodes
every sensibility
that exists
i continue to be
a burden
on my own soul
weighed down
by the guilt
of thinking
a thought
i was prohibited
to explore.
(3)
the sweetness
is stinging
acrid -
the memories
aching
subliminal,
you are
more
than i can perceive
the unspoken
silent desire
stirs up again
a wish
that corrodes me
hollow
scars me
scalds me
the fondness
displayed
like a rebuke
mocks
teases
my helplessness
lures
tests
pushes at
the prohibition
i make for myself.
(4)
Have the claws
Been scoured
Of the sin
Perhaps the flesh
Could be stitched
Back in
Pungent scars
Mark an offense
Defaced body
Defaced soul
What's more scarred
I'm not sure
(5)
The eyes aren't
Mirrored
Anymore
All that is visible
In them
Is the echo
Of an accusing
Piercing silence
Sniffling away
Burning hopes
Burning anguish
Burning ashes
Of a degenerated soul
All
Slowly trickle down
(6)
Sympathy
Pours into ears
Like red hot iron
Tensed sinews
Of grating feet
The nails
Digging in the palms
Which word
Soaked in pity
Could really heal?
Sympathetic
Or mocking
Condescending
Is every gaze
Buries me
Six feet under
Again
And
Again
(7)
It's not yet a bygone
That it can be forgotten
Angst and suffering
Still conspire together
Every night
Every day
Every moment
Shrieks again
Howls again
Bleeds again
Throbs again
Every night
Every day
Every moment
I die a thousand deaths.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
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