The touch of pain

As the clouds pull back
Revealing blood red skies
with a blackened sun
I shield my eyes
Then I taste the fluid of life
Coming forth on my lips
dripping from the lids
Of my visionary
Condisending strife
Blackend and burnt out
with needles and pills
good stuff that kills
me inside just a little better
I collapse on to knees
Weak from the breeze
of death's long lost breath
and as he touches my skin
and I feel the cold
I shudder
Please forgive my sins