abilify

(?:H:04:18:00|25.10.08:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter



he took a deep gulp from his glass,
and set it on the table.
sitting in the red velvet chair;
focused on killing his left hemisphere.
needing some substance Death,
to make the walls drip again.
melting lids on the eyeballs;
to see that in-between quintessential human.
the weeks pass like days still; and his eyes get dry.
time is moving too fast, or is it too slow?
it changes as the door shows itself in different places,
within that bone prison behind the eyes.

Johnny takes his steps lightly for fear of the floor caving in.
knowing deep inside it's ashen dust yet to be burned.
bound between two sides of the fire.
the unexplained cuts on his knuckles bring even more apprehension.
cancer sticks are still his only respite... and a poor one at that.
dark demons from dreams ceased to make him fear;
and instead he dares to ask them questions.