Infection---

Something is dying within me
i can feel it festering
writhing and twisting, turning
crying uncontrollably
a look from the doctor says everything's fine
in my mind i see the greatest lie ever told
for there is nothing else a medical mind can say
for the death of someone's soul
the lonelines creeps, crawls and escapes through the walls
of the heart in every direction
indeed no antibiotics can cure this infection

sullen looks on the faces
of the dark strangers abound
there's no saving me, im gonna fall down
because there is a demon feeding within me
like maggots to dead flesh
trying to cure this infection with pain and regret
but i cant forget these things i feel
slithering through my body
colliding against the back of the teeth
of my clenched closed smile
is it worthwhile to believe happiness as a lie?




Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2009-11-29 at 06:01

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