Today I got up with a perfect sensation of dead.
I was dead in the shower.
I was dead, while the coffee was made.
I was dead, many miles before I would be.
Then I married my pipe to a spirit
And spoke to thee.
“Is being dead as completely the same as my everyday dawn?”
But you grinned in return...
I woke up into dead.
Now I see.
Tonight I lied down with a perfect intention to dream.
You deadly embraced me
Obsessively clutching at skin.
You said – you need something to hold to.
And this is – my life.
Next dawn I have risen with a perfect desire to strife...
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P/M
“Am I dead or just feeling alone?”
Still you grin in return.
Deadpression
© Copyright: Виллард Корд, 2012
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