Friday, November 21, 2003

stop
STOP
profanities streaming
relentlessly into my head
music screaming
bass blaring
like veins clenched in my neck
pulsing
no.
that's not the ceasing i desire.
its something
else.
give it up
i wish
i was the only one.
only only only
lips quiver a prison
the prisoners eating me inside
out.
dirt at my mouth hate at my eye balls pain at my chest
fear at my stomach the run in my ankles
i only wish it would eat faster.
cause there isn't much more, much longer
six times the sun
rises the worry more intense
at my sides and soon
to be consumed
from the outside
in.

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