Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

My voice cracks
Your neck snaps
I misplaced
my keys
again
WAKE UP
I kick your
corpse
I'm late
but I
can't fit
through
this door
Drink me
she says
with eyes
fixed
on nothing
I sink to
the floor
and drown
in the rivers
of blood
WAKE UP
she grins
& taunts me
with her
emptiness
but the door
is gone
& I sleep on.

Hey K, I really like this.
"taunts me with her emptiness".....
powerful.
I envy you.
I'm "poemstipated"
my soul has retreated.
Talk about empty. Thats me.
These days I don't like anything I write, or think, for that matter.
But I sure like this.
H