Insomnia has me in her grasp
the dogs are at each others throats
a closed door is nothing but a wall
in this hidden kingdom of sorts

Music is playing on the speakers
throbbing mechanical sounds
ripping like some foundry machine
even the relentless nightmare
can be perceived of as a dream

So don't pretend
to even like this body
whispered kindness won't mend
or suppress the hateful address
from another ash ridden night

This wind howling at the screens
and the skies dressed
with a hint of green
shrieking out cadences
with secretive meanings

As if nature is without feelings
waiting for an erupt departure
from this earth
that casts off random lots
of rejected worth

Shedding these unwanted skins
so transparent from apparent holes
from all the bitter souls
sadly forgotten within

So don't contend
throw off these supposed friends
who turn to the horizon
with the resolve of a wounded lion
shoving forth the proverbial paw
sitting here, with an opened jaw
as the unbelievable
comes pouring out again...

mathiasthom
written 9/7/10