|
The shutter opens but never closes, |
|
I am waylaid, in light trails. |
|
Endless moments, overlaid and burned across |
|
A melee of scattered braille. |
|
This image is a night-terror transforming |
|
Without the hope of morning. |
|
My nemesis, |
|
I feel it coming for me, and it means to destroy me. |
|
Why does this keep happening? |
|
I try to close my eyes but |
|
I can't blink |
|
And the world keeps moving on, black and white blur into one. |
|
Hieroglyphic, indecipherable, opaque; the meaning escapes me. |
|
Dry and lidless, are my eyes. |
|
Asleep, awake - reading the slurred debris. |
|
This image is a night-terror transforming |
|
Without the hope of morning. |
|
My nemesis, |
|
I feel it coming for me, and it means to destroy me. |
|
Why does this keep happening? |
|
I try to close my eyes but |
|
I can't blink |
|
And the world keeps moving on, black and white blur into. |
|
Why does this keep happening? |
|
I try to close my eyes but |
|
I can't blink |
|
And the world keeps moving on, black and white blur into one. |
