you cut off my thumbs, <br />strung them on a necklace. <br />split my tongue with a razor, <br />and burned my shoes. <br />now i go howling, <br />in half darkened rooms. <br />drawn by the scent and the symphony, <br />of red pulsing blood! <br /> <br />you arched your back, <br />and the curtains trembled. <br />the vase full of water, <br />fell on your pillow. <br />i awoke from a dream, <br />my lips dry and aching. <br />moaned without thinking, <br />the willow bent, and sure! <br /> <br />who are we? the forgotten, <br />the silence lost in echo! <br />the tire worn thin, <br />the key left in the lock. <br />the bottle near empty, <br />on the edge of god's table... <br />the drum in the closet, <br />the nest blown by the wind!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-in-echo/
