It overtook me
Like the flood waters of the Mississippi
Consuming both my breath
And her feeling of safety
As I stood there shaking
Like I was a stranger
Waiting for the weakest moment
To invade the sanity that was barely being held onto
Leaving both of us shaking
Grasping for an idea that was shattered
Leaving the lurking shadow of a scythe
That I wasn't aware I was holding
Even though I could feel the cold cloak wrap around me,
Choking me...
Death's own bones enveloping me, under my pale skin
Taking control of any logic I had left
As it ripped at me...crushing my lungs as I tried to breathe
I tried so hard to fend it off, but that scythe's cold metal
Is oh so familiar
Even if it's one that I've fought off for so long
Hadn't let interrupt the information flow between the dendrites to the axon terminals
All parts of the the usually unobstructed neurons that command my rationale
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