Under the Earth of Neogen

        
           I
I close my eyes,
Bleeding from my sacrament,
The wind it pours
Like a storm upon chasing,
I am in the eye of the tornado
And I am NOT afraid.

Sinking below the tides of rebellion,
His teeth sink into my flesh.
I pause waiting for something…
Alas, it has happened yet!
The trees be our witness.

Decaying leaves
Just in time for Autumn
Drift and fall
In the Summer heat,
A fire burning with no pain,
A parade of pleasure
In a Spring of Love.
Bathing and icing over in Winterland,
Cold is my skin,
Warm is my heart
Inside your arms,
Within your taking
Floating high,
No more goodbyes,
In this seasonal clock
Known as Neogen

          II
Uprooted under the Earth,
My flowers are pulled,
Yanked from the ground
Like weeds no longer desirable.
The Daisies have been plucked,
Their petals painted black
And in their place-
A bleeding rose,
Spawn and grown
Like moss on a porcelain grave.

Buried now under the Earth,
I am alive,
But no longer breathing
The air doesn’t reach
My dirt stained grave,
But still my heart
Goes on beating
(goes on bleeding too)

An avalanche has fallen
And now trapped I am
In my tomb
Under the Earth
Dead, Dead,
Drowning in dirt,
Dead and Dying
Without my Dreams.



I-9/26/2013
II-9/27/2013