Staggering, My eye Opens to the Dark of the Night
Fail to open my other eye, The Feeling of Pain
bearing Over with is Unbearable.
Unfortunate. How very Unfortunate
I struggle to Break free
Feeling the Metals Turn around My Ribs
The blood Drips down my back
Unfortunate
The Brilliance of Smells Drifts to my Nostril
the smell of beauty
the Womens Touch
Scent of a thousand Paradise.
I reach my nose out to Smell Further.
Sighing the Axe Flays down.
I Spring back in agony.
My nose hits my lap, as it lay there
Emotionless.
Dead.
How Unfortunate
Longing for the Scent,
Longing for The Sight
Longing for the Convenient Movement
How Very Unfortunate
For every wish
There brinks a day
Unfortunate.
The Sun Raised and Set
Longing for the Day
I should have Stayed.
How Unfortunate.
How Very Unfortunate
