Dead Reckoning
The sensations feltThe soft caresses
The sweet tastes
The wasted time...
The taste is now bitter
The caress is now harsh
And there is no sensation felt,
From the tips of my fingers, to the tips of my toes...
The tingling appeal
Of your warm kiss
No longer stimulates me
Your soul no longer moves me...
The eyes that once wandered
Are just dead gaping holes
I see no life
Only death among among this pool of blood...
Not even shadows that used to escape me
Nothing passes through the fields
Of dead reckoning
The branches have died
The leaves fallen to the ground
There is no love in this barren wasteland
Only haste and hate
This heart no longer the red color of a rose
It is now black like the pit of darkness
Something like hell...
P. Leebert
6-26-05
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