RAW FLESH
My life is filled with false love and hate
Much as I so desire it to not be...
There is light and dark, life and death.
Searing pain burns my flesh as the
Hatred seeps through it and into
The surrounding cool dense air.
As the blood rushes through my body
I feel the ever encroaching coldness
Overtaking and awakening the many
Long forgotten dark deadly desires
Which I have surpressed within me.
Vivid images of crimson-black blood
Escaping the confines of the skin, pass
In my mind and flash before my eyes.
Things of death stay within my dark soul.
Never allowing anything to escape
And become one with the ashes.
Entering into the dense memories
I sense the pain of deep sorrows.
That have lived their whole life in me.
I am but a broken shell of a person,
My essence has dispersed into space.
There is no true me living any longer.
I close my eyes and it reflects what
Only my soul knows to be a reality.
Death lives just beneath the flesh,
It awaits the time to become right.
To pounce upon a breathing being,
And take from it that which it desires.
The damp Earth then swallows me up,
Taking me deep within her bosom
And embraces me for all eternity.
I am most thankful for the end to be here..... V.Cloud