No matter what horror this world brings to me,
my watch tics.
In spite the tragedy of last weeks murderous rampage,
my watch tics.
I found five dollars on the ground,
my watch tics.
I find myself whipping through life
Strangely fixed
on some unknown destination,
my watch still ticking.
Beasts approach with dripping teeth,
my watch tics.
Pain overwhelms me and a tear drips,
my watch tics.
I die, foresee more pain,
or dream it all over again?
The substance in me is withdrawn.
I am consumed by my soul
Which lies in the
Palm of an angel.
She sits just out of reach.
Nurturing my thoughts
And guiding my will.
Endless Path
We walk this path in cohesion,
trembling
fear driven adrenaline.
Interception is inevitable.
The outcome
devastation.
Tears foreshadow slaughter.
Bring me peace.
Relief,
an end to this altercation.
Deliver us.
The sun dips behind the trees.
Tonight I sleep
Time moves in slow motion.
Night turns day.
The snakes release venom.
numbingly
pleasant relief.