neko-koumuri

Floating aimlessly like a lone cloud in a dark sky. My soul; stuck, captured, imprisoned Longing to be free of Anger; Heartache; Sadness… No caress can penetrate the barricaded spirit, It hungers after the fingertips of Touch, Out       of      reach… listen… help…

A body on a floor; owned by a spider. The bowlegged creature waveringly moves on its new estate; on a youthful hand that once coursed with life. The body tells its story. The spider moves over the neck; blood a story of fear; a fight to survive… The spider slinks to its web. An invisible trap spreads; from a naked back to a pale arm. Its prey tries to fight the grip     (too late) The capture The confusion The pain There is no mercy…

As we walked through these unlit streets, through memories of people trapped in comfort. Will you hold my heart as I caress your hand? These dreams of infinity haunt me with their eloquent arrangements Do they taunt me or call me? As the end of the world was this night held in the oak, in the cracks of your fathers old clock Ticking away at the threads of sensation left in this dark world… Beating as rhythmic as your weary heart against my scarred chest, a single tear descending, trembling down your cheek. As we ascend the steps into your room I notice the smell of dead roses Is this you The Beautiful Dead? Your pulse is fading as we

I long for the touch that'll bring me back, back from the abyss that's my emotion years long spent waiting and longing, not living now it's just dark here inside, no passion, no feel, no me What drives this hole that is my heart, my life this void with no conquest, no award for my pride only passion and wanting what will never be, the feeling of death that is constant dreaming, longing Time wasted, with no real attempt at life ever made to afraid to disappoint, to botch-up, to possibly fail now my life's not been lived, not tasted, not seen so many things lacking, wanting Where's my love of life, my lust, my need there's