Thursday, September 02, 2004

Feasting on seconds

Moonlight dripping quiet fog hovering shadows never letting loose In the vastness, I walk... in s l o w thinking movements crushing the tired grass ripping their hearts I ponder the ominous air And swallow the timorous sky gulp in... breathe out The wind is mocking me its taunting laughter its foreboding cries close to my ear I open my lungs blanket the wind and smother its density They watch me bare my chest My bleeding heart... I know they see with salivating eyes In hungry patience they await the silence of my being to smell my decaying body to gouge my succulent eyes and drink from the vial of my glands I look right back at them with eyes as terse as steel but my thumping heart rises in decibels deafening my ears And they see my shivering limbs Their tongues lick off the streams of my seeping blood Their low rumbles reek of impatient greed Only seconds more... I think The moon watched in embarrassed silence And hid her sadness behind her curves Let me not know the manner of my death I pray Only seconds more...