Sep 2015
asleep
closed eyes; darkness and depth emerge
slowly my bitter mind is drained
thoughts seeping out of my body
splattering
through the room
thoughts of,
beauty
broken locks
letters
lights
oceans
and then nothing
nothing?
nothing is the absen-
ce of something
nothing in itself cannot
exist,
the idea of nothing exists,
an illusion...
an illusion is when I am with her,
it tastes of acidic tears
they are
cold
in my suitcase with the rest of my
illusions it lies...
in the ground
dead.
my suitcase is dead
uninhabited, lifeless, barren.
it is death grinding
a copper fence full of lies.
i think i am that copper fence
no
i know
i am
that
copper fence
i am nowhere
i am..
asleep
closed eyes; darkness and depth emerge
slowly my bitter mind is drained
thoughts seeping out of my body
splattering
through the room
thoughts of,
beauty
broken locks
letters
lights
oceans
and then nothing
nothing?
nothing is the absen-
ce of something
nothing in itself cannot
exist,
the idea of nothing exists,
an illusion...
an illusion is when I am with her,
it tastes of acidic tears
they are
cold
in my suitcase with the rest of my
illusions it lies...
in the ground
dead.
my suitcase is dead
uninhabited, lifeless, barren.
it is death grinding
a copper fence full of lies.
i think i am that copper fence
no
i know
i am
that
copper fence
i am nowhere
i am..
asleep
