I'll test the waters with my toe but I'm not sinking in, not going in, not diving, I'll hold my breath here in the cool toxic air as the light fades all behind my pounding eyes and dissipates to nothing like we were before; Do you feel my mind? Do you remember the lines of my hand? Like red spider webs in the dripping morning dew the blood sliding down veins one by one little fingers on my skin, I'll hold my breath I'll breathe out I'll breathe in, all the while crying out Sustain me! O God! I'm breathing but I can't taste the oxygen! And you and your hands are just memories in what I like to call an attic of my mind, hidden in a box somewhere behind these bloody cobwebs--Let the light stream in through broken windows boarded up by time, this patience isn't mine but the ever sleeping cries of a thousand ancient prophets burning in their nightmares. These stupid feelings, this flaming dream of gladiator games and I am torn between two horses as the masses cheer and faint in their drunkenness and potent forces hiding behind the veil of the night make raucous gaiety with their sordid voices. The slaughter will continue, but where are you? Where are you, sound or sleeping? Wake up tearful eyes! Wake up world that lies blinking at my back! Wake up! Sounds of dawn commencing overthrowing what was lost to these Pharisaic trespassers!

Wake Up!