I’m watching as my tired eyes roll to the depths of my swollen head
\nAs my heart stops, blood stops, breathing stops, life stops
\nI begin to fall – looking up at the clear, black sky
\nfollowing me, watching me with effervescent eyes
\nLaughing eyes, sad eyes, crying with cold, salty rain
\nIt falls on my peeling, dry, sun parched skin – revitalizing with each drop
\nWith each drop comes new life
\nBut it’s too late for me, too hot, too…
\nwhatever
\nI can’t bear to watch anymore
\nAs I tear the picture out of my mind
\npictures of love, hate, remorse, pain, jealousy
\nAhh, jealousy. How it creeps up on me like a cat about to pounce on its prey
\nIt never ends you know, jealousy
\nit keeps coming like a fighter too dumb to know when to take a dive
\nWell I’m not, I’m out of the game
\nI’m taking my last hit on life
\nAs I reach for my pen, clenching with such fierce pain – the agony
\nsweet agony
\nI have killed the beast by doing the same to myself
\nI’m watching as my tired eyes roll to the depths of my swollen head
\nnever to see life again<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I’m watching as my tired eyes roll to the depths of my swollen head As my heart stops, blood stops, breathing stops, life stops I begin to fall – looking up at the clear, black sky following me, watching me … Continue reading