Moon Pulls the Tides
ready?------begin
rhythmic pounding inside my head
pulsing, throbbing, beating, repeating
phantom pains of a brain long dead
this human form I hold is misleading
let my body corrode and my skin shed
because existence
is fleeting
lunar power crackles through my veins
allowing blood flow to maintain
suddenly my figure crumbles
my cells grumble
as they
wane
...and only the tide remains