Writers' Block Ice-Breaker.

BREAK MY WRITER'S BLOCK.
9/30/08

Left with no description for this holy inconvenience
I find myself swimming in the metaphors of my head.
Feeling so fake
as I find my self turning.
Feeling oblivious
as I find you yearning.
Naked and weak
and petrified,
meek.
I find your body shaking in my arms.

Turning my eyes inside out,
Experiencing you this way for the first time,
You and I are one in the same
You and I are one combined.

This backwards connection has
opened my soul.
Somehow feeding on you
has made me whole.

Your malnutritioned mass
finds some impossible way
to slide through my veins,
to become another half.

Reside Eternally
Rest Eternally
Reside Eternally
Inside of me
Impossibly...
Impossibly...