A Seeping Stitch

The madness that betwixt us,
My lifes' own Omnibus,
I take each breath for granted,
My feet are but slightly planted.

I long to wisp away,
Let the wind take me in tow,
My requirements make me stay,
Dragging me oh so very low.

I can feel my bones breaking,
With each step I take,
I can no longer go on faking,
Lest I drown in my own effluence.

The rage that blinds me,
Begs to be let free,
I feel this way,
On every odd day.

The blood trail that is left,
It will linger in my mind,
Of thought I was bereft,
I lost all sense of time.

Unbearably I wait,
For Death,
And what He has come to take,
I will wane unto my last breath.