my dying corpse
is dead in mind
emboding lost thoughts

i feel
the empty hollow
of pain striken wounds in my head

bleeding thoughts
lost in the redness of the blood
it burns

my body moans
as i wake everyday
to the horrors of today
the pain is not ceasing

the resounding chorus
of a little death
echoes through my corpse
rattles my soul

(b.d.s.)