PREMONITIONS I found myself bewildered and disoriented A puddle of sweat infused with the moisture of last nights longings There was a dreadful errieness in the quiet confidence of my dreams. Day One Again my internal timepiece Rips away my sheets with worry A flurry of jagged memories And mixed emotions It was all to real Cold steal and skletons Haunt me The coffins of conquest have infiltrated My content Mamma said what happens in the dark Comes to... Day Two The timeless clicking and clacking Of eating utensils Annoys me I cannot avoid the triggers Too many niggers watching me I no longer find comfort in my own skin Day Three Mamma had the most peculiar look On her face Busy as she questions me silently I could feel the stirring The cold suffering of conscience I am transfixed in the moment Day Four Becomes Night and I emersed in My selfish decadence Negligent of messages Unable to see the forest from The trees Unable to percieve the Danger awaiting me The frivolous joy of ignoring Day Five Alive... Barely breathin With tubes decorating the dry Blood splatters across my face The weakened Torso looks like mangled Manliness And I guess I shoulda... Listened... Should have paid attention to The whisperings Should have considered Consequence Attended the matters at hand Life was full throttle And I could not see Too fast to acknowledge Caution So often I ignored So frequent I neglected Now unprotected I lie... Decorated with wires reminescent Of christmas But I was the sacrificial lamb The missled messiah Miraculously still alive And I have a second chance. Copyrights Reserved © 2010 UrbanVoodoo
Posted on: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 23:20:12 +0000
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