like running when everything needs to be a distant blur
Piercing straight through me like a laser beam
Green with power, with fury burning through
Cuts me to the core, a chainsaw blinding
My voicebox is shredded, I'm hoarse with fear
Water runs over me, a pooling stream
Washing me clean, putting feelings askew
Roads bend along ahead, winding, winding
Silhouettes against a wall, distant, near
Sour milk gathering beneath the cream
And my tongue curls red, morphing into blue
Realising I don't like what I'm finding
Frantically keeping this ferris wheel clear
Be silent, don't make a sound, this will end
I won't leave your side, my saviour, my friend
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-24 at 00:42
Tags Confusion  Pain  Future 
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"All true language is incomprehensible, Like the chatter of a beggar's teeth"- Antonin ArtaudPiercing straight through me like a laser beam
Green with power, with fury burning through
Cuts me to the core, a chainsaw blinding
My voicebox is shredded, I'm hoarse with fear
Water runs over me, a pooling stream
Washing me clean, putting feelings askew
Roads bend along ahead, winding, winding
Silhouettes against a wall, distant, near
Sour milk gathering beneath the cream
And my tongue curls red, morphing into blue
Realising I don't like what I'm finding
Frantically keeping this ferris wheel clear
Be silent, don't make a sound, this will end
I won't leave your side, my saviour, my friend
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 936 times
Editors' choice
Written on 2006-08-24 at 00:42
Tags Confusion  Pain  Future 
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