Flatline Squeal
The world is a whitewashed gray,
and i see through half closed eyes,
watching a granite sundial in the shade,
and grasping at the sky for a sunrise.
Raindrops graze my skin,
and shudders grip my thighs.
It's cold out here today,
but i'm not near surprised.
The sunlight shied away,
and left the world in winter's ice.
I tried to find the day,
but i succumbed to winter's vice.
Oh what i wouldn't give to live!
To feel what others feel
To smell the flowers, and hear the birds,
instead of this flatline squeal!
