Many things fall and rise,
Whether the sleep comes or goes,
whether the corner shadows form.
where emptiness fills her more.
There is something there,
inside the flesh under the blood.
There is maybe tears and confusion,
in a smiling smart resume.
Undetected until the fluid seeps,
creating dry cracked bones
where all the little nightmares sleep.
will it take what it makes.
Confused in this torment,
hate no-one can see inside these eyes,
just my dear Lord God,
who waits loving me past my pride.
I am so angry God,
I have no idea why.
Want to scream,
but instead is my pathetic smile.
I had thought it would be bravery,
to be back in this perfect little world.
I don't need this big heavy body
I can only take away it's food.
Just a little trinkle of tears,
spare them not for yourself,
just restrict the fluids
that hunger for your lips.
Torture unpredictable not so,
this is my dependable thing,
Atleast I know the moment it starts
and how it treats me so.
Sleep for a while
wont think about it for a while,
twenty or so minutes
wont break the mould....
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