i can't take it
you're pushing too hard
the screaming is constant
my nerves are shot
those feelings are gone
they were-
shot dead.
and yes,
for awhile they lied here
still,
inside me.
weighty like dead animals
my garden turned new colors
every second of the day
my eyes grew wider
my skin lighter
then darker
then pale
pale as pale can be
much like the white one might see
before you reach eternity.
the noise continues
and as for me:
all that's left now is bones
percing the
wounds
and
places
of
what was once alive inside my
being
now everything is dead
and a faint voice is down the road far off in the distance
he keeps screaming something about
hope
so i mark down the word
hope
inside my notebook
and i wait for his screams to come again
perhaps this whole thing
is not about me.
