I can feel my body dying
And it's really quite annoying
An ache become a pain
As I wander to racing life
Old age

A grumble deep inside me
Keeps blowing and indeed does frighten thee
My mind so crystal
you could drink
A liquor so bitter be my quince

So now I wait a final call
Short breaths await my curtain fall
This heart is failing
My body raving
The dance of death
Dance the dance of death

Itch

The dawn had come
My fear still alive and wanting
It's crawl to an itch I couldn't scratch nor reach
So I lay to the sweetest sound of the waking blackbird
A song no words could ever meet
Oh I itch

Inhaling the calm yet deep inside I knew
It also knew and I was scared
I was scared to reach
Scared to test my inevitably
Oh how I itch

Licking lips I remembered last night's  golden red liquor
It thins my blood ..Loosens my mind to a dullness
Thus numbs this prickled skin that wraps my soul
Oh I itch

Shadows fading to a moonlight end
I needed sleep
Would this be it
I don't know
Silence on the outside
Fear creeping in
I can feel it Coming
Oh how I itch

The dullest of sounds in life
Piercing my mind
Drowning my sleep
Rain be it on cleansing me inside
The clouds look grey

It's summer in my heart yet here I am shivering
Watching lanes stream across these blurry eyes
***** skies sharing their tears
Quenching an ever thirsting land
Puddles waiting
The birds know

They sing a triumph of green
As I await the glow
Oh sun I need your summer
Shine your beauty
Awaken my smile from
The tortured poets department

My hand slips ...I feel it's grasp gone against those little morsels of time
It's not my face aging
just the mirrors my fingers scrape against as I write
Happy
New
Year

Be I brittle tonight
simple
sad
this lonely

Be I crackled tonight
edgy
Quiet
This tired

Be I me tonight
Waiting
Wanting
This lying

Brittle and cold
Cometh ready to snap
Branches of old
I fight thee

Tis my moment
Pure black
I can feel the grinding
All blind

And suffer my rage
Disappointed
This end I shall seek
Be it blown