5 Yrs Coffee

A spoken word poem I have performed a few times. All reviews appreciated.

I keep it all in this leather book

I have everything I need

   scratching out ideas

is this warm skin all I've needed to nest?

but all skin and alike grow cold

Consuming sensations

pulling my footprints away

this black spot on my chest tells me different

So maybe I just need sleep

a hole in the back of my head

I don't need anything

I'd settle for less

is there anything less than this constant rhythm?

I think I see the orange glow

the attraction of sleep hasn't seduced me yet

           it's Death~

She needed me to protect her

but I was asleep when she died

my thoughts absorb the ticking of a station clock

so incline your ear to my understanding

so you may hold onto solace

           

                            the lips she has drip honey

                           her feet go down to death

                          and her steps follow the path of the damned

Author's Note

All forms of critiquing are appreciated. We can't progress without constructive criticism and support.