This is old, very old actually. I figured I would start posting my old poetry every now and again. Enjoy. :3


I watch the ceiling as my spine leaks its fluids onto the mattress
The feeling of being wet envelopes my back as I soak on my bed
I can't explain the feeling that I am currently experiencing
Its kind of like being buried alive in a jar of peanut butter
I cant move
I can only feel my body and what it can not do
Staring up at the ceiling I can not voice my concerns
I have words but I have no voice
I can't move my lips
I can't swallow as my saliva pools in th back of my throat
Blank
Sight becomes lost
Blackness envelops me
I can no longer feel
No longer am I trying to speak
Emptiness and eternity
Conclusive non violent imagery
Fear and anger rack my mind causing me torment
Unable to place where I have gone or become
I can not think, feel, speak
Only hear
A faint voice
Calling my name
My name
I have a name
and again
Blank
My eyes roll around in my head as I stare back up
No ceiling
Just a vast sky covered with stars
An omnipresent black cloud forming just to the left
Grinding to a halt I freeze
My body stiffening
"I HAVE A NAME!"
I scream
My body lurching forward with an arm outstretched
Arms as red as the flames before me grab my body pushing me down
As I am pushed back light blinds my eyes with red and blue
"a name..."
My voice trails off as I look past the lights
My brain begins to grind it's gears comprehending the situation
I stare in horror at the display before me
"no..."
My house was on fire
and I almost died
I did die
I had a name
and death took it from me
but now
I have taken my name back