I walk wakelessly
Not seeing the sun
I walk towards you as these dead limbs
fall into the dirt
and I walk on
reaching for you with stumps
trying to paint you onto blind sockets
trying to love you with a thin crumbling
hollow heart that I have molded in the fashion
but with no essence to fill it
Haggardly I rap at your door
looking towards death
with no fingers to touch you
with no eyes to carress you
with no heart to speak to you
This consumption has taken me in
the youth of my manhood and leaves no
voices or pages to cry my song
Put me away for if I am mad I no
longer wish to appear sane
Airek