I cannot save the muse as she saved me
Ive spent the days contemplating my final demise
Kissed the angels wings held heavy with the burden of my years
Allowing the walls to close in to greet me once again
This time I noticed a scribble in grey lead pencil
A name hurriedly scribed as if with some urgency to somewhere else
Gently tracing its contours with my index finger
Whilst my eyes adjust to the light that once was
Eyelids heavy with the panic of exhaustion
I silently mouth each letter as it forms demons emanating from the paintwork
Crackled to display the raw layers of my past
As my veins shift to accommodate a new intrusion
I spit the bile as it wells in my mouth
Taking time to deliberately form the words the letters traced reveal
In the name of my parents choosing
I say the name I was given
And fall into remission of the life I spent was my own
© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
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