Salva Me

The clock mimics burning cold
Sweat falling, a quarter past
Twenteen, tick-tock-tick-
Swallowed screams fail to
Satiate emaciation. Black.
No time for games today,
Is this a parade? Awaiting the
Axeman; it’s consensual – let’s see
Death, penny per spectacle! Head
Soaring, hair flapping
Up, up and away (fly Icarus, fly!)
Lights dizzy, flash on/off/on. Redemption,
Redemption; Salva me.
Torn paper faces and ironed
Fingers, cold sweat and broken lace;
Dead men’s clothes. Steel scalpels.
Is this loyalty, traitor? Sorry, sorry, sorry-
The L-word loses letters with the
Gunshot blast, mannequin bodies
Dear to (what?) fall/disintergrate. It’s only
Heavy cloth – suffocation easy, death and
Now-bleeding loyalties.
Ties bind. Stopwatch
Runs off tick-tock-tick-

Silence.

It’s 4:07 am.
Did I die?

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AN: Well. I had a nightmare and thought I could make a poem of it. I tried to write it as though it was thoughts just randomly jumping around, as nightmares do. Why the Greek Mythology references - blame Wikipedia ;o Did it work? Please tell; feedback would be really appreciated.