Where was i
when the blood dried?
encrusted on my skin
crumbling from my clothes
spatters in the death throes,
I see in thrice visions
a twisted metaphor called life
I ponder simplicity divine,
wishing for visions more sublime
and a drink with kiwi and lime,
as I burn for eternal time,
shattered, scattered
lost within the rhyme
seeking the other half
of the two-piece jigsaw
puzzle called my soul,
before the embers
fade away to cold
to lifelessness
smouldering even as they cool,
fading like miniature
little suns,
as the stars in
the darkest night sky
fade with the foreshadowing
of dawn.