Flow

I didn't know how thick the tow,
would wash and consume in heavy flow.
Falling down deep in silent sound,
The quiet overtakes and I drown.
Rushing in, sweet bitter sin,
What happened to who I was within?
All goes dark, that black ironic Mark,
Red fades to gray then to nothings stark.
Black is new, this darkened hue,
But blissful in a twisted view.

Fading

07/16/2006

A little more each day,

Slowly withering into nothingness,

Buried further into the shadows

Of that lost side of my brain.

Darker shades of gray,

With it's monochrome emptiness,

Screaming red echoes

To be released from the vein.

Silent is the drop

That shakes all existence,

And sharp the bite,

That took the last breath,

And finally it stops

With no more resistance,

To fade into night

And to death.

Destiny

Why do I feel the need to bleed? Scattered so carelessly across mussed parchment as if to mean anything remotely understandable or worth the effort to deserve a second glance yet alone worthy of the minutes it would take to discern any meaning of the mad mumbling of a mad immortal who's lost purpose and destination.
I find myself standing quietly still amongst an ever moving world full of people, scurrying this way and that to place that do not matter. Pass me by and I can't help but smirk at the insanity of their daily mad dashes to do nothing but the same thing they did yesterday and will do everyday until life has slowly drained them to nothing.
It is an inevitable end that each holds. We all have an end, even us immortals who pretend within ourselves as if we've magically avoided finding ourselves in dust in the end,,, yet it somehow finds us at some point or the other. Some in honored and blessed death and some in a sad attempt to deny our demise.
I feel it lurking in the corners and around doorways watching me as if it lays in wait for to take me to that place of endless falling. Quietly taking my life a little more each day, leaving me with less and less time to reach my destination.
And what of love? Love in it's putrid tormenting chaos. To make it from that end to this, only to brush against a ghostly omnipresent reminder of it's absence. Hanging there in a distance mockingly disguised as such lovely rapture,,, how I hate this ever lingering desire to possess its curse.