Thursday, January 8, 2009

memories on day 497/past writing

the day my life began/haulted

you finish the sentence and a guillotine drops
for a few moments, i do not exist
rising from the deep
this force floods my organs

a pause in the universe
echoes to the edge
past where i thought
we would make it

intense surge inside me
i can feel it pour down the walls
as my lungs expand around the tension
crowding my ribs, breaking my spine
as my heart hemorages
veins play to an empty room

all that is possible
all that was promised
now null and void
undead pulse screams as i am thrown
back to the begining
before your campaign began
before the gloves were taken off
before it dragged me still and calm

there has been a slaughter
the blade is fresh and warm

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