Cold (2005)

Sleep beckons
though it is not sleep
it is more that of the likes of Eternal Sleep

My head pounds
due to my own stupidity
attempts to pass out to pass time

My body throbs
responding to the return of the blood flow
where for a few moments there was a lack thereof

Beside these physical portrayals
my entity is cold

My heart beats
but only with purpose to pump blood

My brain tingles
but only to remain aware and inactive

My eyes see
but without really looking

My breath lives
but only to have the body survive

Beside those autonomic responses
No real life exists in me.

WRITTEN April 3, 2005