abstract thinking
diffuses in a silent noise
by someone else’s voice
mind is cracking
or is it the brain?
injected by the heavy pain
is it of the extra sensory perception
of who knows by whom?
but i and someone sensing doom
yet the transmission
of messages is unclear,
eyes are dying just like polluted air
endless fall in a vertical tunnel
which its end, if there is, an enclosed frozen panel
will i wake from this rhytmical stabbing nightmare?
perhaps someone will wake me with dare
why play the game with a game
when it’s not a bloody game at all
there’s no game for one to call
never when Sacred Love is the name
amaze me not with a maze
nor try to calm the tumult
of this aching heart or halt
with forsaken craze
veins trace
feelings to catapult
backwards, inwards
and wayward, overlays
yet sooner or later
these all be hushed and gone
with the settling words of eight thousand one.
20:10H 11.07.1999
23:03H 14.08.2012
Copyright 2012 aynn snow
