Post by Rala on Feb 19, 2002 19:15:36 GMT -5
It buzzes.
I have no doubts
madmen s t e m
from this disease;
As, unconscious I writhe
Inside myself.
It shifts.
Never ceases.
Just a relentless
Pool of noisy
nothingness,
Slowly draining
and refilling.
It blinds.
Stark blackness:
Alive with
colourful scenes,
Drawn from
The Pain
Sewn into my eyes.
It drains.
A wail
Collapses beside me,
naked and crumpled.
White knuckles
Push the sheet d
o
wn,
From around my neck.
It's silent.
The traffic stops.
An accident.
Blood pools in my thoughts,
They drown trying to escape
This agent of madness,
That breeds in me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rala
I have no doubts
madmen s t e m
from this disease;
As, unconscious I writhe
Inside myself.
It shifts.
Never ceases.
Just a relentless
Pool of noisy
nothingness,
Slowly draining
and refilling.
It blinds.
Stark blackness:
Alive with
colourful scenes,
Drawn from
The Pain
Sewn into my eyes.
It drains.
A wail
Collapses beside me,
naked and crumpled.
White knuckles
Push the sheet d
o
wn,
From around my neck.
It's silent.
The traffic stops.
An accident.
Blood pools in my thoughts,
They drown trying to escape
This agent of madness,
That breeds in me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rala
