Monday, April 10, 2006
Like Nothing Before
Being pushed under water,
I start suffocating, I can't breath.
My salty tears collide with liquid,
As all is hidden, I can't leave.
Like daggers that stab me deep within,
Like salt scattered on open wounds.
The pain brews and gathers force,
It didn't go away as I had assumed.
Being crammed between shut doors,
No longer ajar as the light has gone.
Yet I'm still stuck in between,
With nothing but feeling so withdrawn.
Like ropes pulling at my neck,
Like the tightening bruising you give.
I feel no life enter my body,
No reason to ever forgive.
And I will wilt forever slowly,
Like flowers that subtly weep.
And I will spread like the stench,
In the night while you're fast asleep.