No Rest For The Weary
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No Rest For The Weary
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I hear the taunting
__of kitchen knives sharpening
I imagine what will be used
__when thy take my life
Another falling brick off' the wall
Am I soon to be dead
__just like the rest?
Only being awake for too long
Can get life to roll on thru
__without any hesitation
Making the most of this
These last 36 days
And in counting
Brain waves of mine
__never ben sharper
Pulled pork
__and salmon on rye
How come the clock on the wall
__only tells the time?
Maybe if I were dead
__thee hands of time would crawl
____all over my body
______until I could feel them all
From beyond here there are no tears
From beyond here there is nothing worth crying about
If I ever find a wishbone
Would I be choking on it?
I couldn't escape the foreground
So soon I may drown
Death is a funny sound
Even the living makes life out of the subject
But all thee objects of being?
Well, they taste like water
Bitter, and almost sickening
The rafters are afloat
Like dead bodies down a river
Even the tallest pillars
Break when destructed
"Instruct me," I say
But don't tell me how it's done
Or I will run
Death has been my nightmare
__for oh so long
But when the wheels spin out of control
I'll see the damage that the blind
Could never describe
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07-18-'15 #2
D. L. Cannon
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