Tuesday, February 11, 2014

2007


Heart pumps blood thickened with dread
Palms itch to say what won't be said
Pen cutting into paper; liquid ink bleeds
Like desperate wrists in a time of need
Struggling to grasp the dizzing thoughts
What for long has been fought

Knife to wrists; let the skin bleed
Pen to paper; let it ease the need
Urging urges to recede
Precious release, let the need feed

Like a cold sigh into the wind
Painfull want into oblivion
Pen to paper, shiney ink
Glassy eyeballs sink

A cold seed of a pill
Need for consciousness it kills
A quick swig of fire
Soon the body tires

Pen to paper
May this need taper
Pen to paper
Pen to paper
Write the need
Feel it bleed
Pen to paper
Pen to paper
May the friction start a fire
Alow the need to tire
Pen to paper
Pen to paper
May this need taper