Some time ago <br />I was on drugs <br />Now I’m on nightmares <br />The kind that kindly refuse to end <br />Prone to dying, fed by rape <br />Watch a pseudo-infested landscape <br />Crimson streaks riding crevices and cracks <br />Abovegound voices busily turn backs <br />Full(er than usual) of visitors unwanted <br />Dying away, things once flaunted <br /> <br />By this time <br />I should be likened to the shaman <br />Cascading across galaxies <br />Parsecs beyond language <br />Stars unfold, grains of sand <br />Trust their secrets in my hand <br />Aces and eights <br />Stroked by fingers of raptured souls <br />Cauldrons of hate <br />Overflowing into bow(e) ls <br /> <br />And I am left rigor mortis stiff <br />Sewn mouth hangs in the balance <br />Now imbibed by flesh decaying <br />Subtly impeding the games they are playing <br />Viscera receding around flowers they’re laying <br />Burgundy woods surround <br />A velvet carpets the ground <br />Still like silt, the knowledge I know <br />Dying ‘neath the seeds they sow <br />Why I, unlike them, do not grow <br /> <br />Only dissolve into it <br />My constituents, of the earth <br />Cold touch of bone <br />Of flesh so rotten <br />As welcome as spring morning <br />Awake without warning <br />Sick, sicker, sickest <br />Turn your back, cut to the quickest <br />And nobody save I has seen <br />The worm is welcome, as always, he has been <br /> <br />Bury me <br />Leave me <br />Forgive me <br />Forget me <br />Forget me <br />Forget me<br /><br />Peter Timothy McQueeny<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-with-a-secret/
