I will not perish
Until I have found answers
In these cryptic messages
Vivid haunting images
That plague me in my dreams

Esoteric symbols float in the periphery
Of my visions
Nails on glass
In my ears

Silent screams echo throughout my head
Bouncing off its degrading walls
Weakening them even more

Decaying words at the back of my throat
Choked down by indecision
And swallowed along
With my bitter dignity

My blood is black
Flowing through veins like branches
Of a hollow tree

My eyes are shallow craters
Of an early collision of images

My ears are polished mirrors
That reflect the damage done to them
With no filter

My lips are cracked
As a dry river that no longer
Harbors the kiss of life
Along its sides

My hands are the forgotten tools
Of an old carpenter
Who no longer pursues
Any form of laborious toil

But my feet
My feet are like
An industrial machine
That use any form of misery
As fuel to keep the whole body
In a state of forward movement

So I will not perish
Until I am happy
Because once there is no misery

My feet will run out of fuel
The rusted cogs will stop turning
The chains will overlap and break
The electrical current will
Cease it's playful energy

And when I am finally happy
I rest
Finally