The Blinds Cage

Amongst the many different people and the many different places

Where do I stand in the eyes amongst the many different faces

As a stranger

Peering like a spy into a window

Not recognizing who's staring back at the face

For sorrow has always played it's part well as a thorn in my memory

I cast my eyes in the direction of heaven's attention for an answer

Approached by the look of sad reign

Ironically reflecting a heart turned black

As a ravens's wing in midnight

Once the body betrayed me

Becoming a relic of it's former self

Since our birth we slowly die

As difficult to confront as it is impossible to avoid

For fear is no longer an option

My time grows scarce and as of now

My saga and life has come to an end

I beseech the heavens to quench my desire

And release me from this sentence

Since my birth's incarceration

It's as if I am bound by some oath to the confines of the flesh

Becoming more of a shackle than a release

A vessel that once provided pleasure

Now knows no boundaries of pain

Inclined in a diagonal point of view

Taken from the bed of my final rest

Past the bed post I see it

Glaring at me

And like a mime

She gestures toward me

Using motion to interpret the words

Speaking a language knowing that I fail to understand

Intrigued

I have nothing better to do than lie here

And watch wanting desperately to raise myself from this prison

Clearly

Her features emerge from some buried memory

Onced

Hatched

By a lover long

Lost and stepping into focus

At long last

The certainty of death dawns upon me

The bringing end to a nightmare of a life I've had

Never did  I doubt an existence of the beyond

And I embrace my fate with glee

Powerless

I fall I victim to it's persuasions

Held as though I had no weight

She peeled away all my inhibitions like an orange

Not looking at who I was

But what she could make me

Tearing into me like unwrapping a gift of the flesh

As each thrust of her tongue savours the warmth of my being

Drawing me near like a child to it's mother's bosom

Her face was a beauty I feared would disappear if I turn

Deeply

Her jaws clamped around mine

Seductively drawing the life from me

Into a spectrum of the deepest

Black

Hovering

Eyes sealed by the letter forever sleep

A weary consciousness used to distinguish dream from reality

Vanquish the line that divides slumber from death

Halted breathe of the movement of lungs

Felt frozen as life giving sap of blood cuts it's current

To the veins

The moment the soul drifts from the body

To crumble like unmoistured clay

The presence of disembodied essence

Is like stepping

Into an elevator shaft