Wednesday, February 17, 2010

16 days. 17 days?

two weeks. two and a half weeks.
death is so close to life
only seconds away
from one side to the other
there is no coming back
you look so real
eyes open
mouth parted
innocent smile
you are empty
no soul
i see you on my eyelids
in my dreams
in the foam that lines the sink when i brush my teeth
you haunt me
you bring me to life
they say ghosts aren't real
you proved them wrong
you prove me wrong
eyes won't close
sleep won't come
death pervades life
saturates
imbuing purpose
negating breath
flesh from bone
your life is held in dirt
mine resides in eternal abodes
treasures the earth can't hold
here now exists
here.

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