Living in stone.

Never forget me James, I was you.

   cross eyed

       sleepwashed

       leaden

       nights.

   slowmotion days

       Bitter

       bile filling

       mind

       sinkslips into more

       lonely 3.30 orange lights

   a needled mouth

       activates

       oxygen starved braincells

       between hangover ears,

       leaving:

       stifled thoughts to leakseep out to earth.

       straightjacketed dreams to lie dying in the dirt.

   pale tissued,

       concreate limbs

       and painfull kisses,

       noise-less heavy lungs

       and a nose-less face,

       varacosed vestles

       feed fatty heart with

       stale blood.

       a metabollock shut down.

   stress fractured

       mechanisms

       seize up.

       radioactive-hot, sweaty waves

       follow

       and my lifetime passes.

   enforced hibernation

       life sweeps through my

       concreate coffin.

       hurling roadsigns

       warning of

       passing dangers. daggers.

   stripping out the muscle

       knifing off the pain.

       heading off the brainache

       pain-kill the heart

       and live a life of perpetual half sleep.

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