CoagulumA purulent shell covers a figure.More Like This
A throbbing mass of translucent pallor
Smothers an unmoving form, left wanting
Of the outside clarity and clamour.
Vision is blurred, noises muffle and fade.
A figure sees a shell’s interior
And knows only this oily behemoth
That leaves all things within it inferior.
Shadows shift and wax and wane and hover,
Leaving the form transfixed in soft comfort.
Shades do not smother but swaddle the form,
Letting it cling to this world of distort.
Tattered Wings, Though Light Caressed Upon ThemTook a knife in the heart,More Like This
Took a bloody axe to the chest,
Felt nothing but relentless,
I felt nothing but unrest.
But all this seething,
All this loathing, the bullets repeat and keep reloading,
Death must come, the price I pay,
My marred mistakes shall pave my way,
Pull the trigger once not twice,
Ended pain within my life,
Found one angel lost within the Hell,
Her eyes alight my bitter fate,
For now I face life free of hate,
Eyes so soothed, lips of heroin,
Screamed in anguish, in the dark,
Hand clutched me so filled with care,
That the faded brightness in my eyes,
So gray might die and come to life,
Now I'm senseless, now I'm cold,
But I face this now, no not alone.
Angel take thee,
Strip me of thine tattered wings,
Soon enough I too shall sing.