martes, 13 de noviembre de 2012

A Dark Song, A Sad Song

It’s a sinking feeling, an ominous feeling; like to fight or flight with strength for naught.

It is a murderous feeling.

Gnawing on the back of my neck; crawling on my skull crevices.

Reaching through my ears and messing in my brain.

Not an illusion, not a premonition.

The calm before the storm; while lost on a sea of sand…

On my chest my heart is pounding; beaten to a pulp in a battered pool of blood.

This place is depleting me, it’s dragging me down.

A thousand sleepless nights on a thousand needles bed.

No rest for the wounded, never rest for the dead.

It’s the eternal song of these feelings.

The eternal darkness of my soul.