Burning up and burning bright;
Fleeting and momentary
Like stars blinking out of existance.
A flickering candle;
A passing ghost.
A whisper in a corridor;
A passing fancy,
Withering like a flower torn from the root.
Pouring everything out-
The lungs that have forgotten how to work.
Digging the bile out with pale fingers,
Watching them spill upon the floor.
Shouting out; screaming your own name.
Proof that you existed;
That your feet touched the Earth.
Diving in head first.
The descent into clinquant madness
Unravels the senses,
Killing off that which made you real.
Running, eyes closed.
Fingers tracing the wall,
The world closing in.
Suffocating, trying to remain.
The beating of the drums in your head
Grow more and more out of synch,
The demons are at the door.
Burning brighter than the sun,
A future carved by hands stained with blood.
Your Wonderland is there –
Waiting impatiently, starting to fade away.
A footnote in the story of life.
You need it, like a drug;
And you’ll kill to get it back.
Your future brighter the sun,
Your escape from a being a momentary spark of light,
The solution to temporary.
What is there to be so afraid of?
The worse fear of all,
The mind numbing fear that is always there
In the back of the crowd;
The one with the scimitar smile
Gliding through the crowd of garish whores.
Burning momentarily, in all your grandeur…
And being snuffed out,
With no trace of your life left behind.