Sunday, May 13, 2007

Ever After

Tick…tock
Tick….
Tock.
Each second seems an eternity,
As I await my collapse into infinity.
I draw the noose taut,
Around the arms of the vagabond.
Bound as one, prick the flesh, as
Red tears weep gently for me.

Tick…tock
Tick….
Tock.
Each second seems an eternity,
As I transcend into false purity.
Knowing I cannot stay here,
Comfort is forever estranged.
Holding great contempt for life, as
Red tears weep gently for me.

Tick…tock
Tick….
Tock.
Each second seems an eternity
As I descend back into depravity.
Purple blotches remain,
To remind us of each time we run away.
Their presence signifies disdain, as
Red tears weep gently for me.


Image Credit: http://flickr.com/photos/photodar/

2 comments:

arboleda said...

I did a poem some time ago using those little sounds...tic toc tic toc...where is it?...mmm
I like your poem!!

Anonymous said...

thanks for using my pic. im honored! It goes perfect with your poem. sad yet I can relate all to well.