this is the place
This is a slumber deeper than sleep Past the gates of life but not quite dead Where the sleep is just so deep to be relaxed But not so deep not to cry out in pain This is a place darker than a grave Where the fear of the unknown kills The little hope that glimmers from the known This place where the sky is just grey enough to instil fear But not such that I die of it This is a time that is colder than ice Clogging my veins and freezing my blood This is the split second between being saved and being left In a pool of ice cold blood, on your own This is that drink that burns your throat Either forced down or downed This is that meal that bites your anus As it comes out as not excrement at all But the same as you ate it To prove to you that nothing has changed And till the last of your coward tears drop Nothing ever will.