Sirens. ‘Oxygen please’.
It was all in a dream,
that slowly fades,
till it’s one last beat;
the final T wave.
The eyes of the soul
opened to a new light;
the real orbits could not
believe, what I saw.
Now, I wish I never
gazed into that light.
Darkness swathes
my soul, a repetition
of this vicious cycle.
Traffic lights. Red turns green.
The monitor music.
A distorted chime sound,
hidden under their vibrating vocal cords.
Last earthly stop.
I am in orbit.
Return of oxygen, electrolytes, body and soul to the progenitor.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC
Sirens. ‘Oxygen please’.
It was all in a dream,
that slowly fades,
till it’s one last beat;
the final T wave.
The eyes of the soul
opened to a new light;
the real orbits could not
believe, what I saw.
Now, I wish I never
gazed into that light.
Darkness swathes
my soul, a repetition
of this vicious cycle.
Traffic lights. Red turns green.
The monitor music.
A distorted chime sound,
hidden under their vibrating vocal cords.
Last earthly stop.
I am in orbit.
Return of oxygen, electrolytes, body and soul to the progenitor.
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