stalk...

the stalker which walks my blood, drips the life from my eyes, beats my heart open and floods into a garden of misery and terror

so dark is this demon which tortures me

angry and threatening while it remains entrapped

why not trample this pulse before my tiny eyes

while I blink and spill the blood caused by another's lies

I fever to rise, beyond and above this painful swell

swallowing my time in waste

today tells me such sorrow

tomorrow remains today's equal
a simple hand...broken

mangled and shaking in the sun

as I stare across the crooked fingers of us

I loved once but what became of me?

a wrinkled, weathered scroll

marked and scored with saddened, striking words