The March of Dimes ~ Written 3-16-1999

The March of Dimes ~ Written March 16, 1999

Clouds are far from me now. My mind is racing with a never ending burn in me. I feel the unclean beast that fries his trash in my soul.

The only thought that saves me now is that one clean dagger that can sever the beast. Wired and teasing he falls, vampires popping in his brain saying; "I won't die! I won't die!". A fractured mercenary, a stone clock on the wall where priests in snakes clothing gently lay him in his bed of straw.
Now he's a man with blood on his hands. Sitting on a road saying; "I won't die! I won't die!" He fucking ran, hearing voices he could hardly stand. Now there's no stairs to climb, and he knows he's unable to fly.