Insomnia
I am red as murder
I have done it again
Incarnadine and destructable
I have done it again
My hideous trick
The lids eclipse my hollows
Nothing. My body lies to me
And breathes a web of smog
If I trap the dirty oxygen
Just long enough
I have done it again
My body ticks relentlessly
And evaporates mouthful after curdled mouthful
I feel like a red balloon
Bursting a birth of shadows
To die
To die by science
And swallow those missiles.
Copyright © Nathaniel Köhp | Year Posted 2009
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