| Written: OCT 13, 2003 |
How long can I persist, as life passes,
While I break, with this piecemeal skin at risk;
Veins thicken, as with rotting molasses,
Brittle eyes gaze cloudy visions too brisk.
Dead will holds me here as flies fly and frisk,
But nothing I wish to see or to prove;
Airless arteries bring pulsing to risk,
Emaciated muscles cease to move.
Stranded in myself, life aiming to prove,
Melting mind searches all for naught, in vain;
I Must break free my feeble prison, move,
Sure I can escape this, but crazed, insane.
In this mouth of madness I stay drained,
Wallowing in self-pity, I stay ruined.
