25 July 2012
Days bleeding together.
Arms light as a feather.
Trying to hold up my hand.
But can't.
Overwhelming feeling to stand.
Not even a twitch.
Reaching for the light switch.
A needle to sew myself together.
My whole life in one stitch.
Bleeding my sanity out.
Laying back watching life flash,
Filled with question and doubt.
Voices playing hopscotch..
Eyes getting heavy, head ringing..
Softly singing.. Outside on the widow.
A white dove, above, on a tree.
Eyes locked on me.
Vision fading in and out.
Turn the lights on..
Fading, fading.
The bird singing its death song.
A Doves Design • Opuss № I