Ramblings

Out of my Mind

I lay my heavy weary head down one last time.
I listen to the sound of vehicles pass.
I take in the smell of false leather
and I close my lids

to escape.

They find me pale and cold.
I can't hear their screams and sobbing
for I am in that in between.

I watch as they bury my body,
dirt staining my casket.
I look at the company surrounding me.

How beautiful and pure they are to me!
But I,
I am no longer that which I see.

I still only see scarred face and changing eyes,
see red fingertips in the early morning light
see only my thin wrists and ribs of pale.

I still watch on as wailing reaches my ears,
up in that in between.
With heavy heart I stand before something greater than me.