Friday, April 19, 2013

Writhing

Bitten by reality, its poison pulses throughout me
It circulates around my heart until my whole life falls apart
Why can’t I live inside my mind and leave the mortal world behind
Instead of drudging through each day where other forms get in the way
Is what I wish too much to ask to slip away and not look back
The “real” and “known” I would forsake to wither from this formidable snake

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