I donno who lives inside me anymore?

21st July '11

Someone speaks from inside me....
The words I've spoken echo in my ears..
And I wonder who said them?

Not one, not two, but many of them pull the strings, tug at them...
And not one of them is me.
If you can hear a faint sigh, a murmur of approval, a vehement no or a silent tear roll down, that could be me.

Sink

21st July, 2011

Black vipers stuck in the throat
Try to swallow the senses

The senses are drowning
The saliva's a whirling storm

Fingers knead their way to save
They're gunned down by barrels

There's blood in the bloody storm!

Ravens and rodents rot the ship
It's a stinking pothole now,
That what was once a dream.