LukeMorrison

Veins of fire

Fire in veins

the sting of calm

and everything fades

- there is no alarm.

 

Essence of smoke

choking on breath.

Tighten the throat -

ignore the death.

 

Feeling alive

without feel real.

Time has cheated,

distorted, surreal.

 

Clogged brain waves

with gaseous medication;

swimming the senses,

conscience on vacation.

 

Need of a woman -

skin like sandstone.

Eyes of envy

and words that are sewn.

 

Clenched fingers etch

their way to salvation,

recklessly seizing

the cause of damnation.

 

Ending the life

in a way that is blissful;

the sweetened isolation

of a mind that\'s still wistful.

 

And there it shall end;

the being of desire.

Wisdom leaking

from veins of fire.