There is no sign of resurrection
My decayed bones, interred in the bowels of the earth
In stationary torment
The coldness of death caresses my bones replacing life's nurturing embrace
There is finality
No Lazarus my thirst to quench by his dripping finger tip
Just trapped in death...
life snuffed out like that final draw on that Dunhill cigarette
Happiness, pain, sorrow, anger
Never to feel the swelling of those in the recesses of my corpse
The mortification of the emotions
The annihilation of humanness; stepping beyond the portals of existence
falling over into the abyss of utter numbness...
leaving to mourn no-one
But the ME I used to know!!!
I just sat at my keyboard and thought I'd open up my soul to you! Sometimes each of us has to give "self" the permission to be free and vulnerable. So I lay my vulnerability before you with the license that I gave to ME!! ENJOY!