xmy.only.exitx
12/31/08, 07:06 PM
Screams i've heard
Caged in pillow covers,
Mouthed by housewives, or
A circus freak bemoaning his lover's death.
What do mirrors reflect?
The skin and its orifices,
The dark pupil looking within itself,
And again! you're distracted.
For a second's fraction
You thought you found yourself.
Dont heed your steps,
For all alley's run the same way,
Some stay at inns, and some loitering come,
But time's restless foot paces the same,
And all hesitations and resignations
Knock their knees on the same cold floor
The same black door, Death.
Caged in pillow covers,
Mouthed by housewives, or
A circus freak bemoaning his lover's death.
What do mirrors reflect?
The skin and its orifices,
The dark pupil looking within itself,
And again! you're distracted.
For a second's fraction
You thought you found yourself.
Dont heed your steps,
For all alley's run the same way,
Some stay at inns, and some loitering come,
But time's restless foot paces the same,
And all hesitations and resignations
Knock their knees on the same cold floor
The same black door, Death.