My blood runs cold
My heart beats slow;
and I can see the world
groaning as it spins
upon the point
of a finger.
My pupils dilate
I fear it may be too late;
and trees are twisting
mouths are yawning
open to swallow
the stars.
My veins contract
Life no longer intact;
so far from the horizon
and that burning bright sun
dazzling my blind
creamy eyes.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
My blood runs cold
My heart beats slow;
and I can see the world
groaning as it spins
upon the point
of a finger.
My pupils dilate
I fear it may be too late;
and trees are twisting
mouths are yawning
open to swallow
the stars.
My veins contract
Life no longer intact;
so far from the horizon
and that burning bright sun
dazzling my blind
creamy eyes.
