Issue #10: There Are Green Pastures Ahead

Red Regurges

Written by: Matthew Miller
Published: December 31st, 2006

cold steal sliding

pale morbid skin

red regurges, a quick deep breath

numbness comes,

in slow rythyms pulse

darkness falls on dying eyes

muscle failing, red to brown

and the end begins;

mind clouded and wrapped,

a desperate fear

in struggle and sudden leap

when life passes by

world turns cold

and body stale

when cold steal presses

on pale morbid skin

as conciousness fades, lost in reason

and mind bent and clouded calling me

calling me, calling me, calling me

with slow rythyms

return again, return again

and the end begins;

and now begins, my spirit burns

and cowering heart cries out

steal piercing and red regurges

my fear is naked

and being resigns, from red to brown

skin is naked

mind is naked

heart is naked

life is fading

fear is coming

cold steal piercing

darkness drawing

red regurges and fluids rise

mind of terror

and the end begins.




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