Turtledove Syndrome

     Right here, my little turtledove
     Alone, my hands shake
     Out here in the empty zone
     I'll live and die with you
     
     These four walls sedate me
     The cobwebs plucked like strings
     
     Songs of death, they sing to me
     I never know the words
     
     My heartbeat, circulate
     Stopped cold so long ago
     
     He's coming, Grim Reaper
     His skull eyes set back
     
     My way is blocked with litter
     Veins clogged with clots of black
     
     Right here, my little turtledove
     I'm rotting, tears to salt
     
     I kept your soul close to me
     Your eyes are in this box
     
     I have made my peace inside
     Crawling in a ball I hide
     You can't call this suicide
     
     Right here my little turtledove
     Alone
     
     Outside the green shadows
     Where silhouettes can live
     
     I'm tired without you
     These words will be my last
     
     Beyond, my dreams expectorate
     No solace hibernates
     
     I have made my peace inside
     Crawling in a ball I hide
     Right here, my little turtledove
     
© 1997 Near Life Experience

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