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~my heart beats but still I'm dead ~

My time has come and I slip waist deep into shadowed places Theres no cure for my sickness , no food for my though Execution style rambling bloody my sighs as I blink tears from dry eyes The slice is sick , no hesitation to my madness , covers of only dark I'm the rancid and the lonely , I'm torn and resewn , I speak in repetition Cause it's what's in my head , I turn and see nothing , but I know Say it again , say it once more , talk like you did , follow my eyes Hold on with your gaze , my hollow body cracks and shivers Desolatecreature

Within the confines of thought I appear , ashes blown away and into the oncoming wind Looking down I see the container that I occupy in this lifetime, weary and tired I hold my story written in trinkets and string , twisted into dreadlocks marking moments Here is what I am in this moment , in this missing point , in this reflection I seek Should I leave past words behind or begin again ? The newness stings my eyes I step back for a moment , it's all behind , shadowed by typed words connected by miles I'm opening this new second with apprehension , I'm uncovering new bones My masks are dusted off because i will no doubt use them now, again as I hide Behind ink and word, pictures useless gives reason to touch , to reach , I'm colored And I stand behind it , my psychotic tendencies blur like the day into the night I grab a though and try to keep it , it floats away like a cloud , the crow follows and I wonder where he goes , into the shadows I follow , but he's always there is hear his call Nothing waits , nothing's still , nothing's me Desolatecreature