Entire night spent collecting my thoughts.
Contemplating on what I know and want.
Several moments when I lift up my head.
The dizziness spreads. The dizziness spreads.
Once in a while I find I’m asleep.
I wake up in haste, feeling very weak.
Once in a while I don’t know where I am.
My consciousness slips.
That’s when I ran.
Legs all spindly, arms feeling faint.
Shoulders all droopy, torso a straight gait.
I breeze by buildings, escaping my sorrow.
I squeal at the squirrels, watching them follow.
Carry on the breadth of despair.
It tells me that it is going nowhere.
I scurry, eyes blurry, but to no avail.
I feel like a current, unable to change.
I feel like a warm front, crashing like waves.
Pick up my nails that had shattered on the ground.
Pick them up, snap them together.
Please let me hear sound.
It’s sad that my body is ravaged.
By the vultures, they are so savage.
I feel famished, but my throat is dry.
The esophagus useless, my, I can’t even cry!
The bastards all fed, then left – covered in red.
Those bastards, they called to their comrades in arms.
I’ve been battered and mauled – skin plastered to the wall.
After all this brutal batting, my demons – they’ve finally slackened.
This is not a boisterous chant or hymn.
This is a flow of my conscious mind.
Okay, okay, okay?
Believe me?
Count the icicles, let them drop.
Chop them to pieces, don’t let them melt.
The ice is freezing my bones.
It’s under my nails of my fingers and toes.
The ice, it weeps silently.
Icy tears trickling free.
The savanna killed the animals.
It killed the minerals in the sand.
It killed the tiny bacteria on the tiny drops of the large cacti in the land.
The savanna, it caused the drought.
We blame it all on the sun.
The savanna is where we took refuge.
Sanctuary is not for fun.
