Resurrection Poems
The man who knows the taste of blood
Crown of the thorns on his head as he makes his bed among the dead
He treads life and death
Carrying the weight of my pain
Lungs inhaling the shrill of the air
I take these pills to shrink my despair
Your ears are unable to hear
Hanging there facing the betrayal of 30 silvers
Judas
Worms crawl around me
They squirm inside my skull
They draw the life from me
Leeches on the outside
Teeth like daggers
My pale skin once filled with color
A day here a day there
They're there when I go to work
They're there when I pay a bill
They're there at the shrill of breathing
When will I awake from this nightmare?
All I want is to hear her heartbeat.
Getting lost in her eyes.
Holding hands to never let go for eternity
The dread of existence is not having you
You are the apple of my eye
I cry knowing I will never meet you
Not perfect
Not completing me
No a woman who holds me through this misery
Died when I said the pain was too unbearable
Terrible, terrible, terrible
A life lived with hope for the tomorrow
Choke by the vines of sadness
The badness of signs around me
Woke, alive, living drinking from the river of life
Even though I had this strife
I ended up a man walking dead with a knife
Let these words be heard, what is my life?
How do we live?
Why are we here?
What does it mean to share?