lethargy.

the black sleep.
it awaits on to excruciate living pus from that is loving,
blistering fingers grasping my face in vigor.
i dont even flinch, it is welcoming.
caressing automation and a sense of disbelief
minding nor my arms or legs.
heeding blitz and hours of halftone gray
sought in sewn eyes attempting to open,

somewhere i am enthralled to the sound of rainfall in the pale cold.

dreamless.
the hellbound heart whims inside to listen and detune;
slowly to be laced to the ledge of life going under butterfly knives.
swallow for yourself,
it is always the first time, and the only time.
and this is it.
losing it all to this, there is not much to be said.
the emptiness is filled with emptiness,
so rare, hemorrhaging for days cant even stop.
i think i should be afraid, and i think i cant think foremost
for all there is
is what have always been waiting patiently in the black sleep.

no hymns and no woes.
this death is the birth, half of life is half of this worth.
it synchronizes a dance in saffron-colored water,
in soaring thin and median cumulus red sky
the dashed hopes words cannot utter for it is in too deep.


...suddenly i woke up with a smile on my face.
and i never wanna leave this place.