Wednesday, September 24, 2014

wrath

on my back, i am
staring through the ceiling
through the sky

face no expression
shiny marbles behind
tired curtains

my heart so slow
like a faucet
barely dripping

every limb
as if full of
cold lead

my room closed off
grasping the air
in front of me

jumped up, i sing,
dance, as the speakers
drone music

my mind is overflowing
Too many things
There’s no direction

my heart
just barely
isn’t dead

i seep like poison
through myself
a burning, numbing sensation

all energy caught up
in undirected, idle
wrath

Posted by Gedankenanschläge at 21:06 Comments Off on wrath