July 14 2008

Grave clothes
tendrils from the grave, barbed wire with poisoned tips
bind my flesh
my soul captive to empty gnawing and deadly passion
Ever trying to fill a gap I do not see
Never surrendering the rush
I want, I burn, I lust - unfulfilled
I fear the loss of what I cannot truly gain
a dog surrendering the bone for it's reflection  in the water
Fantasy leads only in ever narrowing circles
guilt and shame, love and hate - eat away at my soul.