Sepia Lenses

Ticking hands pace My night eyes turn to flames Non-existent finger nails bury into delicate olive-toned skin I have received nothing. 911, my apologies the damage is already done. Behaviors unbroken Never aided by the suit which embraces That unprofessional professional Tears of neglect rain down This is the solitary procedure which could quell the breaths of my illness. Ghosts of the mind- Never conquered Never defeated Never died. My desire is to venture into the light, Though darkness and sepia lenses reign supreme here. In the killing space there is no bulb- No golden glow to enhance the way No sight of tomorrow No thought of yesterday I lie; Breathless, No bushy tail No bright eyes Only sepia. Sepia lenses incinerate my hope.