caustic daydreams turn to stare
into me as a raven
picks the flesh from my bones

i'm floating drifting lifting
somber
chasing nite.mares
growing calmer

blood fell freely crimson pose
frantic fever dewdrops
my body grows cold

black.ness calls
while light devolves

its carrion seeping deep
falling in the cracks
of tomorrow and yesterday
...
past...present...nothing
...


used to mean


use to be


some.thing
.
.