.Stuck.
stuck in transition-
a frozen computer screen.
sinking to the depths of the black sea.
the wind tears at your flesh
and rips it clean
from your bones.
soon you are naked
for all to see.
just a pile of bones left.
amidst your rib cage,
lies your heart.
engraved in blood is a question mark.
i stare into the hollow spaces
where your eyes should be
and my heart stops beating.
as i begin to fade,
a whisper in my ear
makes it possible for me to breath again.
it's the comfort of that voice
that has restored my life.
so let me know when your heart stops..
bleeding, that is.
bleeding for attention.
i've none left to give.
return..and proceed..
for then i will be able to fulfill
your needs again.
