midnightthoughts

I. Howling, Naked
    Under the moon
   I call your name
    but you do not answer.
   My long tresses flowing
    My chest bared
You ignore me
    I am wounded in
    my pathetic stance.
Groveling, I can not
    bear the sight
    of my own actions.
Alone, I call your name.

II. This fire, this beat inside
     me, propels me
     forward until my legs
     fail my heart.
     Oh demented thought, let
     me rest for awhile.
     let me forget the
     harshness of dreams
     and the dullness of
     reality.
     Please, permit me peace.
     And in my peace, grant
     me sanity.

III. The owl's eyes, bluest as
      the sky, turn away
      from mine.
      It frees itself from its
      perch, ready for the
      hunt, ready for the kill.
      Little does the field mice
      know that it will
      statisfy this hungry
      bird's thirst for life.
      Little do I know that only
      the skeletal remains of
      my mouse will be
      left upon digestion.

IV. That sound. That
      endless rumbling which
      disrupts my night.
      Make it go away.
      The sheets, wrapped tightly,
      snuggly around my body
      secure me in a cocoon
      and suffocate me in their
      comfortability.
      The air is dead. There is
       no movement. I must
       escape my own
       predicament.
       Let me breathe.