A DIRE DESIRE
The wound it spread throughout my body, right to the brittle bone
I can picture the gravestone, my name, and a lot of mold.
The owl of misgivings watches with Clandestine eyes.
Swooping down overhead.
Buried beneath stone covers, Exhale Exiled stranger; Eyes so Vermeil.
Wayward, not down pitiful asphalt dark crevasse...
Swelled up tear fallen.. a singed thought.
Burning, Melting, Smelting, Dire need for air, Nothing.
Hear; silence Slicing through my Thick skull...
Now fall.
