When all the life force ceases,
rhythmic heartbeats halt,
merry-go-round thoughts twirl inside your skull.
Chaos becomes comfort,
dreadery becomes reality,
bitterness becomes a black,
cold dangerous poison.
Longing for grasp,
desires continue to stir within;
that horses trample inside
voices speak but there’s no answer,
calm speaks too but no regard,
love chases, but is simply rejected.
May 30, 2008