dead thingsA Poem by Kirajust a passing interest. a strange and unreasonable fascination.my mind breeds dead things choked weeds and blackened limbs scrabbling from the ground grasping for a purpose (and no one told them they had none)
how can one know hunger without knowing what it is to be full? how can one feel themselves breaking when they have never felt truly whole? (darkness is merely the absence of light.)
whispers and tendrils sing to me half-asleep as i drift again into pointless dreams i won't remember you can say you're tired, no one observes you as much as you do (i observe because there is nothing to say. none of it matters, you know. nothing is wrong with silence not a symptom of a disorder a breakage in the brain rotted cancerous tissue falling to pieces entropy and rust.)
(when they do take notice of me after all why do they seem afraid?)
my mind breeds dead things grey-skinned and yellow-eyed and shunning day they whisper in my voice and i wish on falling stars (and i feel oh so bitter wishes are for those who just don't understand.)
(i bite a hole in me and drain this hideous color drip by drip.) © 2011 KiraAuthor's Note
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