A spiral within

"falling is just like flying..."

the sheets are pushing me out of bed

and into the arms of a dead book

that comes alive beneath my glassy eyes

and into hands which smell of coffee perfume

no matter how much I conquer,

earth still sprouts from within and leaps

to lengths I cannot encompass without the price

of weary blood and sacrifice

these days are raw like apple seeds

being crunched between the teeth

of endless steel days and twisted nights

that bear children of disfigured fright

the moments when I feel like caving in

are those when clocks are stapled onto my eyelids

and my limbs become useless stems

that cannot blossom into eternity

a spiral within my skull digs into dust

and torments rust because nobody told me

that I should love myself too,

that I should always yell the smothering truth

I can feel trees growing green within

my skeleton and crowded voices

pushing through the abyss of the night-

I'm alive,I can breathe,I see

"...except there's a more permanent destination"