Nov 16, 2011

Crude Awakening

Whisper myself to death,
In a dream,
In a forgotten world,
Lingering memories,
Of a time before...

Sounds of horror,
Screams of pain,
Loving reminders
Of what I was,
Perhaps never again

Dying and smiling
Falling and hoping
Burry me not with the dead
Leave me not to rott,
With the damned,
I wish not to disturb their sleep,
Because of my weltered soul
That may awaken them all...

After all is said and done
Perhaps now hoping
More likely, bloodletting

A cold breeze inspires
The awakening
Of a long gone soul
Doubting its own existence...