Dec 10 2006
Is this Numbness, Blindness, or Something Worse?
The sky has become so hazy,
Or maybe it’s my vision, covered in grime.
Either way, it’s getting so hard
To make anything out with these eyes of mine.
I’ve ceased to be able
To feel my feet
And my hands don’t have the strength
To move me,
Not even one more inch.
That hand has no face.
The world seems filled with fuzz.
And I know that the pain in my head
Is directly related to all of this blood.
I’ve ceased to be able
To feel my feet
And my hands don’t have the strength
To move me,
Not even one more inch.
Where did it all come from?
Is it possible to wash it all away?
Why does it have to be my blood,
Covering the cobbles of this dim alleyway?
I’ve ceased to be able
To feel my feet
And my hands don’t have the strength
To move me,
Not even one more inch.
I’m beginning to lose the last bit of hope
I was trying to reserve for a much later date.
The sky has become so very dark
And I can’t remember what it’s like to be fully awake.
APN.
Copyright 10/15/2006
