Sanguine Rivers of Life Forgotten

Beholding on high from mountainous heap

of garbage emotion, I see subliminal messages

flash then fade away into a nothing mist -

no visible wounds or scars but bitter cold at heart.

Hollow memories burrow like deranged chiggers

with foul slivered eyes pulsing deprivation,

leaving jagged marks upon my soul in anguish weeds.

I remove your fierce mask and see your festered blisters

as I bleed out in sanguine rivers of life forgotten,

pulsing wounds of dwindling life force nourishment.

Churning waves of a screaming ocean of angst

witness my slow, tortured death, throbbing last gasp.