Cutting Deep



Thick and clouded, visions appear in rage shrouded
Misty air floating sublime, drifting slowing down time
A dreamers run, through the minds pun
Does it, for the fun of it
Fucking with your heart, tearing it apart
Messing with your head, as you lay in bed
The breathing that lives day to day
Comes to life in a most horrific way
Nightmares that turn on faucets
Naked in tub, surrounded by
candles
burning
nauseous
Holding a razor, waiting, praying…
Rainbow arches looking for the pot of gold
Pegasus comes through the air, all eyes
stop,
stare
and hold
Dark versus Light
Each with its own right
Created in our own mind
What do we find?
The root of desire
Some we love with water, some we set to fire
In the end it’s just a dream
A make believe, to make it seem
its
all
real
For me it ends, these dreams, caught in a fog
Running about hopping logs
Obstacles, always in the way of life
The mist blankets, all but the knife
Rounds wrists, with a glide cutting deep
The one truth that lives in both
day
and
night

Ax

18 thoughts on “Cutting Deep

  1. These lines we’re haunting but wow!

    Nightmares that turn on faucets
    Naked in tub, surrounded by
    candles
    burning
    nauseous
    Holding a razor, waiting, praying…

    Very surrealistic and truthfully in your face. 🙂

  2. I agree. This is a quite powerful piece with both cadence and structure… More importantly, it has a rich truth and emotion to it.

    1. Get the F-out. I admire your work and talent but you intimidate me. You’re so good at everything, it’s scary. This is a fucking compliment to you if you can believe it lol.
      I really appreciate your comment Mr M. 🙏 blessings ➰

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