Saturday, July 22, 2006


broken fingers and broken wrists
is all that is left of me from the kiss
to taste those lips so soft and sweet
was to welcome a poison to infest me
you whispered something into my ear
my eyes wide open, "what do you fear?"
your voice is intoxicating through time
words and thoughts pour into my head
soon i fear what words were mine
or what words by you were left behind
and this sickness now in me has spread
and i want to gain back control of my mind
it is everything in my life that i fear
and it is the fear that brought me here
i will take this antidote daily
eventually again i shall be free

© 2006 thomas bates