Tag: death

when you wind down you refresh 
unless it's time to die
and when you take a moment out 
to space your time 
like laces of much nicer whiles past 
you realise the hurt is real indeed it is

and still you keep on for a while 
unless it's time to die
in which case winding down 
ain't winding at all
but more a case of being WOUNDED full
NOT winding down in any way

and so that time arrives in ten days for me
BECAUSE it's time to die 
being away from all and solo now 
i care much more for me 
than all the pain people from my past 
not deserting me ... if ONLY I say ...

have led me to feel in the name of truth 
because for me that IS the only way
because i care nothing absolutely nothing
for lies or half-lies at all
nor for ameliorations tall and idiot proud
and foolishly boasting and toasting to the skies 

just the unvarnished and unburnished
heavy flames of death's starry capacity ... 
that's what i mean
and that's what i'm talking about now 
and that's what i want to communicate 
and that's all there is i can do any more 

and so since i've seen flames all my life 
licking at my happiness 
and burning its edge
now it's time to lace 
as with poisons of yore 
my life with its curious cherries on top

the cherries of final sleep 
and of deep seeping slumber 
like a bear hibernating 
in dark and freezing winter 
in a way that he expected to rise again soon
but for whom spring no longer will now exist