the sweat cools
where the body overheats
in sudden wakefulness
within the dead of night
no sounds but the heavy breathing
of a startled form beneath the covers
momentarily dazed, unaware of the surroundings
in which it finds itself
eyes shut, it all comes back again
those lucid pictures, vivid sounds
where insects crawl beneath the skin
and one drowns on land
the fault was singular, of course,
a suicide in a fake landscape
a poor show of emotion
where no one may judge
quite often it would happen
in painless reality
where red stains white and
black beats blue
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
the sweat cools
where the body overheats
in sudden wakefulness
within the dead of night
no sounds but the heavy breathing
of a startled form beneath the covers
momentarily dazed, unaware of the surroundings
in which it finds itself
eyes shut, it all comes back again
those lucid pictures, vivid sounds
where insects crawl beneath the skin
and one drowns on land
the fault was singular, of course,
a suicide in a fake landscape
a poor show of emotion
where no one may judge
quite often it would happen
in painless reality
where red stains white and
black beats blue