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letra de the blinds cage - mark pritchard

amongst the many different people and the many different places
where do i stand in the eyes amongst the many different faces
as a stranger
peering like a spy into a window
not recognizing who’s staring back at the face
for sorrow has always played it’s part well as a th-rn in my memory
i cast my eyes in the direction of heaven’s attention for an answer

approached by the look of sad reign
ironically reflecting a heart turned black
as a ravens’s wing in midnight
once the body betrayed me
becoming a relic of it’s former self
since our birth we slowly die
as difficult to confront as it is impossible to avoid
for fear is no longer an option
my time grows scarce and as of now
my saga and life has come to an end

i beseech the heavens to quench my desire
and release me from this sentence
since my birth’s incarceration
it’s as if i am bound by some oath to the confines of the flesh
becoming more of a shackle than a release
a vessel that once provided pleasure
now knows no boundaries of pain

inclined in a diagonal point of view
taken from the bed of my final rest
past the bed post i see it
glaring at me
and like a mime
she gestures toward me
using motion to interpret the words
speaking a language knowing that i fail to understand
intrigued
i have nothing better to do than lie here
and watch wanting desperately to raise myself from this prison

clearly
her features emerge from some buried memory
onced
hatched
by a lover long
lost and stepping into focus
at long last
the certainty of death dawns upon me
the bringing end to a nightmare of a life i’ve had

never did i doubt an existence of the beyond
and i embrace my fate with glee
powerless
i fall i victim to it’s persuasions
held as though i had no weight
she peeled away all my inhibitions like an orange
not looking at who i was
but what she could make me

tearing into me like unwrapping a gift of the flesh
as each thrust of her tongue savours the warmth of my being
drawing me near like a child to it’s mother’s bosom
her face was a beauty i feared would disappear if i turn
deeply
her jaws clamped around mine
seductively drawing the life from me
into a spectrum of the deepest
black

hovering
eyes sealed by the letter forever sleep
a weary consciousness used to distinguish dream from reality
vanquish the line that divides slumber from death
halted breathe of the movement of lungs
felt frozen as life giving sap of blood cuts it’s current
to the veins
the moment the soul drifts from the body
to crumble like unmoistured clay
the presence of disembodied essence
is like stepping
into an elevator shaft

- mark pritchard

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