As morning breaks across the skies,
Still hours till I try open my eyes.
They’re sealed shut,
Things are odd.
Can’t kick the feeling,
I’m closer to God.
Last night is just a forgotten time,
Like the words that wait between a rhyme,
My head is throbbing,
My tongue tastes sour.
I think I’ll lie,
For another hour.
But can I even lie anymore?
Sure I can rest upon the floor,
But the other lie,
That my lips touch,
Has made me hurt,
Far too much.
My limbs are just as good as gone,
My master wishes not waited on,
They will not move,
They will not rise.
Not even tears
Spring from my eyes.
Memories flood back to my brain,
Like wine that does the carpet stain.
Pushing fluids,
Under my skin,
The rush up my arm,
Of a delightful sin.
The clock is telling me I should wake,
To smooth out the same old mistake,
But something’s changed,
It’s hit the knife,
Someone has cut,
Right through my life.
It was not how I thought it would be,
No blinding light to comfort me.
Dark fingers closed,
Around my heart,
‘til the steady drum,
Ceased to start.
As morning breaks across the skies,
Ten black figures wipe their eyes.
I want to tell them,
For I haven’t yet,
That we all deserve,
What we get.
