These words
This tune, these words,
Swirling in the room,
As many kisses of sound:
They brush against my skin.
This body, these fingers
Tapping in rhythm
The tempo of my voice:
It resonates within my skull.
I see whirlpools
In this empty room,
Distorting walls of
Silence and pain.
A curtain of blackness
Rains upon me,
Soaks me with
Its melancholy
And stops the flow
Of time and thoughts:
Parasitic noises
Invade my limbs.
I dissolve into space:
Light, in the dark,
I feel the crumbling
Of my meaning.
I collapse in fear,
Admit anger,
And fight disgust
Yet die.
Alone.
