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Slipping Through My Fingers

I have still not come to terms
With your absence
Your lack of being beside me
I miss you

Since you left me
There has been only cold around
To see was not to blink
Forced to see my mistakes

Listening to thrashing metal
As I pace around empty rooms
My life and yearn for it
Slowly slipping through my fingers

What could I have done?
So that you would have stayed
So that you would be in my morning arms
Why did you have to slip away?

I am alone now
My screams and wants and wishes silent
Without you to hear me
Who will understand?



Asphyxiated

Choke hold strength
Wrapped around my crippled form
Squeezing last breath in vigor
Panting with glee as I turn cold

Holding on to me for some time more
My eyes are glazed and stale
I cannot see, breathe or move
You are my holder and I am your trophy

My body is limp
Hands clawed and rigid
Rigamortose vision and thought
Death mask a panicked plea

Tongue protruding ghastly
Dripping cold saliva down my broken chest
I tried to wriggle free once
But now the battle has been fought

Fought and lost
You the victor, me the relinquished soul
My life was pulled away from me
And now I am asphyxiated



Weary Now

How long
Must I hang around here?
On this noose called being
I've been here and done this

I even have the damned T-shirt

This is all just tired out
As am I
And I just want out
Just off the hook

So that I am not just dangling

All of you played your game as rigid
Set paths and views
It was you, the drones, who lasted least
Left instead, to fade and sink away

There is a sickness in me

I don't want to play rule abiding
Instead swim against tide
Lay face down in six-foot last hotels
And breathe backwards

Maybe I'll reverse what you didn�t?



Stuck

Like treacle I am stuck
Like super glue I am stuck
Like insulation strip I am stuck
Like death I am stuck

Forever in limbo existence
Forever thinking about endless alternate
Forever never ever to know
Forever without your hand

To be without you is in me
To be with you is where I want
To be stuck is where I hate and am
To be free with you is only wanting impossible

Slinking around empty areas
Slinking in and out of dark
Slinking to piece together
Slinking for the sake of it

Stuck without you
Stuck where I not want
Stuck too fast
Stuck in these scribbled words



Sunken

The sweating sickness has me
My eyes burn
With acidic drops rolling from my brow
Opaque and twitching

My flesh is taught and reeling
From the coloured fluid
Pulsing through my body
Infecting my brain with their anxious taste

Wrapped in my crusty bed sheets
Thinking about before
I was normal once upon a happy time
I was not controlled

I thought for myself
I acted of my own accord
I could be on my own
I could be with the others

But now I am stuck encircled
Hazy trips and nightmares
Piercing my veins every weekend
Then every week, then everyday

I am a corpse in my bed
The only possession I have
In this putrid flop house
Diseased and seething in lustful loathing

My eyes are sunken and black
My fingers are crooked and pale
My head is whirling
I am sinking - my skin forever rotting in chemical warfare

Save me from this self-inflicted hell
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