Mar 18, 2008 13:19
i feel the hatchlings creeping in.
ears, nostrils, throat - pick your entrance
they are sewing me up
cutting me off
taking me back down to where i once was
led by
their predecessors
i fell, i glanced away
my gate still open
thats how quickly they intrude
home, sweet home
turn me away
the sun has sunk
the fog entraps
i have bloated
they are multiplying
every blink
every breath
take me away
this fear enraptures
depression