Wednesday, April 11, 2007

one with nothing.

i am weak and shivering,
the hairs on my arms are standing rigid on my arms,
i am so cold.
i don't remember it being this cold in spring.

the tv drones in my house,
i sit and stare at a screen,
my body is full of air, and i have no sign of life.
the medicine overpowers all that i do,
i am at a chemical's mercy.
i know what it's like to be dead.