They don’t know they’re gone die… cows I mean, indeed all animals, hell neither do I and yet I know the fear of death. Fresh Fear; it seems like every day I find something new to be afraid of and one day I will be devoured, and when the time comes I’ll be…
Fresh, alive, me
After last night’s dream
More like a nightmare, you see
Born of my indiscretion
Reflected
Detected
On my way to the slaughterhouse
To be a mouse
How I denounce
This heart’s beating
There is no entreating
The end I’m meeting
I’m already burning
With the blades turning
Already hurting
Misery and strife
I’ll fry
But first the knife
Better to rot
At least it would stop
Wouldn’t be on top
Those carrion crows
Who would know?
Where could I go?
Nowhere
It’s not fair
Being so scared
Chosen
Frozen
Is there atonement?
Never
Should I treasure?
Forever
I don’t want to die
Or hide
Not even survive
Another breath to give
To live
Don’t think I ever did
Fear is all
As my flesh crawls
Raw
Copyright © 2012, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.