Ceaseless pulse
Pause to inhale  
And seconds add suddenly
To the eons I've been waiting
A knock on the door
I can't stand
One second more

grey
and lifeless
the peeled skin
revealing
a spurious flesh
and lava bones
the view
is blocked by
reveling
swathes
swarms
of
swarthy
slimy

smoke


once again

no


life


¤¤¤

Poison may reside in my veins
But I will be dead before I decay
With the vocabulary twisting my mouth piece
Reverberation of implanted definitions-
Define or be void
Their truth never had a foundation
But hearts pounding through fists impacting chests-
Blinding eyes-
gullible and tattered bow at the feet of  
A plummeting resistance  
Alive or dead-
Numb or otherwise-
Your life-
Given for impotence
No mercy where thought speaks
And casualties withdraw
Where freshly packed soil pierces perspective
Where bones become sedative
And the truly weak lay their heads
On the game of times ticking hand

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro