Jerome by Anastasia Forfotă - HTML preview

Spasmodic

Will you sing me a song?

I cannot sleep. I have tried,

don't take me for a fool

saying words, meaningless and cruel.

Meaning's lost when I close my eyes,

I cry when it gets dark,

I die,

and in my tiredness I lust

for life, yet my life in sleep abides.

Do you see my issue?

Damn it.

I say you're time, like the river

of crude lines, I shiver

at the bites I have been given

by Time's teeth, laughter brute

and simple.

The hours are stretching as a chord,

and I feel like it will snap.

When it does, will the days contract

and fall?

When the time passes through me

as I fail to pass it by,

sounds of ripping

flesh molesting my eyes

closed and mind alive,

will you hum a lullaby?