Stream Of Consciousness

What about…
Tomorrow?
The blue sky?
The healing power of sunshine?
The better days that may rise?
Your hopes?
Your dreams?
Waiting for a wink from destiny
Your bleeding heart?
And the joy it may meet?
The stars?
The moon?
And your peaceful night?
The sea?
And the promises you carved on the shore?
It’s not enough! Not enough!
They are like opium to your wounds
What about…
Your agony?
Your blues?
The nausea you feel?
The sadness of your heart?
The grievance of your mind?
Your numb body?
Your snapshots in the dark?
The good time you left behind?
Your melancholic soulache?
The wheel of routine?
The despair you’re buried in?
Your words that scorned you?
Your bed that’s going to puke you?
Your room that hated you?
The suffocation you endure?
The voices inside of you?
The exhausted beat of your thoughts?
The poignant pain in your chest?
Your unpronounced shriek for rest?
They’re real! So real!
Feeding you with spleen
You, pathetic morbid!
You’re a living catastrophy
You’re an embryo of tears
What if you die?
Who would care?
Not even you, anyway!
What if you’re longing for leaving this world?
Is it fair to make you stay?
What if you lose the notion of time and space?
And you choose a coma as a fate?
Wouldn’t it be great?
You’ve grown too realistic for this life
Too realistic to believe in sweet lies

April 12th, 2008