SecretDestruction

Why does it feel like time passes through me more than it passes by me? I'm a by-stander. I'm not anymore a key ingredient.   Not an ingredient at all.   Not a side dish.   Not a fork. I don't stir i don't cool i don't mix... or mix well I sit I am the table When i think of dying i think of people. People dying. No, no... people dead. "Welcome back, i see you brought another problem home..." I've stopped worrying.  I've stopped working hard. I've stopped wishing and wondering.  I've stopped wandering.

i held you close i felt your bones i heard the shatter i saw the blood i saw your eyes ...so wet and warm. but as your touch they're cold and dying. i feel you breathing.  i know you're crying i why you're screaming. i see you frying i brought the fire.  i brought you here i smell your flesh.  it's melting near i hear you kicking.  shaking away i sense your fear. i sense your pain i have a bin and there some jars. i know a place i think you'll like. you've gone so quiet now but sounds of flesh your clothes are gone but bones remain your eyes are gone your touch is death you're here still just not like me your voice is