KIMONO

Writhing in pain, shaking in delerium
Bared to the broken soul
Torn apart from the body as the dreams drift away,
Like smoke into nothingness.

Thoughts, split wide open like logs
Destined to be burned after thriving so long
Poisoned by the hands that were meant to nurture it
Dry, sere, burnt down to ashes

Remember the melodies of the sweet breeze?
The melody now drones away in the guttural undertone
Of the heartbeart, fading away slowly.
Is this doppler effect, or is life really coming to an end?

Nothing left, just an empty kimono
Holding the remains of what used to be alive once
The remains of what used to be a human once
The remains of what used to be...me