dreaming

I cant feel myself breathe.

Heavy lids

weighed down from the unseen, cruel gravity

slilence

shackled under the callous ground.

wondering away.

as my mind, body and spirit drift apart.

my face is submerged against a damp reality.

they call this a gentle touch and sound.

soaking in the eclectic beauty of this art.

tremendous growth from my slow pain.

grinding all of my thoughts.

a slow, retched combustion.

as i move.

hour to hour.

a contagious strain.

too much weight

running from a scalping salvation.

my genocidal, spiritual fate.

what does this reality mean

within my corrupted eyes.

knowing too much hate, love and pain.

slowly killing me with feeling

still nameless and expecting to fly.

I want to defeat the physics of the supernatural.

crumble my naive demeanor.

reconstruct my  blood to oil

my hearts still black.

trance, tumble and churn.

still dreaming of your face.

tur