Fill me, fill me
crashing down
pounding skull
glazed eye
focusing......nothing
mind racing
a thousand thoughts
through the thick dust
it itches me
I'm scratching
skin's tingling
I'm bleeding
claw myself
something I can't quench
and I lie, exhausted
dying, surviving
gasping, collapsed
prickly still, flooding me all over
gazing skywards
towards the moon
such a healthy glow
evil pervades the air
I succumb much as I try not to
too late
yet not......
if I can last till dawn
hours yet to come
time to myself
and perverse thoughts that courses through me
equalled by regret and repentence
who will forgive me
save myself and God
for dawn breaks new hope
another white sheet yet to be stained.

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