Dark waters resurface new and old
And I am clamoring through these murkey currents
The waves lap at my chin and I'm not sure how long
I'll last swimming like this
I wander from place to place uncertain of my next home
But I am in tune with my destination even though it
seems impossible and far off.
I'm a lock with out a key thrown into a vast open ocean
because my importance lacked being anywhere else.
The moon is high setting over the sea and casting
lines of white that sift out like tentacles
They seem as though they go on forever in the horizon line
It's beautiful to look at with only hours of life sparing
When my legs and arms pronounce useless I spit
out a remaining breath and plunge into the black
I will not resurface for the pit is now my home.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Alone
the rain is coming down even harder now and
the sky is the darkest grey I've seen in a long time.
something about this though feels entirely right.
being the only human left sure does suck in these situations.
the rain plasters whats left dry of my hair, down the sides of my cheeks.
my peacoat isn't exactly water repellent but it will do for the time being.
my insomnia is starting to get to me, the fatigue makes me
drag my legs slower then normal.
if only i could stop for a minute, punch out someones window and steal
a few things.
despite the ever growing quilt of clouds I could tell dawn was coming soon.
i promised myself i would carry out this mission and i would excute correctly.
the city streets still smelled as though millions of people were still miling about.
although the rain was doing well to try and give it as much of an earthy smell as possible.
my shoes, with water seeping in the holes, were pert near completely destroyed.
there upholstery was not much for my long trek cross country.
the city I was in felt more homey then where i was before.
the southern california desert being so open and unfriendly with animals scared
me sometime even after spending so much time out there.
but here the gothic architecture swallowed me into a sort of sheild for my
worried air.
more hiding spots, I mused.
i turned the corner on what must have been a main street, to a smaller alley.
in the distance a cloaked figure seemed to move in front of an old house.
i pushed myself over a landing and down a staircase that must have been used
for putting out / picking up the daily trash.
settling myself downward against the cement wall, I figured I might have to sleep here
for fear of checking the coast and being spotted by the figure.
it was most likely not someone like me but someone hunting me.
the idea, although thought about millions of times, had me trembling ontop of my shivering.
I knew with my wet feet I would get sick. I was dehydrated but maybe the rainwater
collecting somewhere would be a positive subsitute.
I could only hope for the best now, I wondered how long this could possibly last.
Letting my eyes roll back into the darkest places of my skull I rested.
Maybe the rest could temporarily suffice my pain.
At this point with the world kind of nearly ended and whatnot, I could only wish.
the sky is the darkest grey I've seen in a long time.
something about this though feels entirely right.
being the only human left sure does suck in these situations.
the rain plasters whats left dry of my hair, down the sides of my cheeks.
my peacoat isn't exactly water repellent but it will do for the time being.
my insomnia is starting to get to me, the fatigue makes me
drag my legs slower then normal.
if only i could stop for a minute, punch out someones window and steal
a few things.
despite the ever growing quilt of clouds I could tell dawn was coming soon.
i promised myself i would carry out this mission and i would excute correctly.
the city streets still smelled as though millions of people were still miling about.
although the rain was doing well to try and give it as much of an earthy smell as possible.
my shoes, with water seeping in the holes, were pert near completely destroyed.
there upholstery was not much for my long trek cross country.
the city I was in felt more homey then where i was before.
the southern california desert being so open and unfriendly with animals scared
me sometime even after spending so much time out there.
but here the gothic architecture swallowed me into a sort of sheild for my
worried air.
more hiding spots, I mused.
i turned the corner on what must have been a main street, to a smaller alley.
in the distance a cloaked figure seemed to move in front of an old house.
i pushed myself over a landing and down a staircase that must have been used
for putting out / picking up the daily trash.
settling myself downward against the cement wall, I figured I might have to sleep here
for fear of checking the coast and being spotted by the figure.
it was most likely not someone like me but someone hunting me.
the idea, although thought about millions of times, had me trembling ontop of my shivering.
I knew with my wet feet I would get sick. I was dehydrated but maybe the rainwater
collecting somewhere would be a positive subsitute.
I could only hope for the best now, I wondered how long this could possibly last.
Letting my eyes roll back into the darkest places of my skull I rested.
Maybe the rest could temporarily suffice my pain.
At this point with the world kind of nearly ended and whatnot, I could only wish.
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