its all flashing lights
a hundred mile and hour blur
my eye lids flapping in unison
as the winds breach my tolerance
i am a free floating child
speeding to the inevitable

i am slowly collapsing
my inner core recessing and surrendering
an infected death, a slow take over
and just ahead i see the tunnel
a blinding confusion of paths
that lead all to the saftey
of a 6 ft grave.

brown sand my last embrace
the ever feeding beast
that is life, the mindless
drudgery that is living.
The brief synopsis of awarness
silenced to be breached
by an eternity of noneness

09/28/2001

Posted on 09/28/2001
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