Whenever i bleed inside a dream's sleek thorn,
i tend to live somehow
Night disappears in the blink of an eye...
Streams of cursed souls adjust and abide
as an echo of my youth lingers afar...
Only to be excreted from life's tail bone,
as the dying fiber of a long lost love.
Happy, they say you are, when you cease to breathe...
Still, until I draw my last breath...
i plan to scorch and fester inside
every suffocating inch of exhalation
that you took when you died in my arms tonight.
Courtesy of ©nikgml
Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie