Don't close your eyes
watch the lines
flying by
filling space
remembering times
when light shone through.
Crouched in black
craving time
cold creeping time
dont close your eyes
watch the lines
break the skin
uneven red
sloping down
to sickened stares
drying paint
compound bruising
dying, heated,
sleepy,
decaying, molding,
heart
don't close your eyes
watch the lines
growing longer
harder quicker
deeper
darker
despairing
depressing
dead
close your eyes
they're all gone
gone
gone
gone.
Author notes
June 10th 2008
tired of being alive tired of watching what he did, tired of it all
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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But when you open them they seem so much realer...painful
little slices of life...but worth ever inch -
Beautiful monologue. The imagergy radiates off the page.
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Wow...this was quite something. I finally found the right rhythm of the piece after my third read. Breaking this into stanzas would aid this, I think. I liked the progression of this and the alliteration...depressing, but well done.
~woof
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