i recall (edit) (edit)

by in_earth

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-09-15 13:12:00

Parent message is 513810
the days
of my own
self-cruxification

lost in shadows of trees at night
skipping between giant trunks
that beat out my annhilation, my void,
beat out the life-blood in me.

Nail through the wrist!
The sound of wood being hit.
The pain of my own self-hate –
i valued it!
Nail through the wrist!
The hard sound of wood being hit.
The vision of a forest at sun-rise
as I stroll through insomnia
dreamed of vampires and being a Propheteer,
Finally there came a calling through the spaces between the stars:
Nail through the ankle: hard wood stump.
I cried like a baby that night,
I had a dream of the light, woke up and I cried.
It was the colour of midnight blue and it was fading all the time and i knew i had to leave –
Nail through the ankle: hard wood stump.
I died, and was reborn…….


(but that’s a long time ago)