​deconstruction Foxtails

Checked out, dead weight, windswept
Nude root rot, limp, disintegrated
Behind flesh veils hide calamities
Ceaseless sirens evanesce into drone
It's somehow better this way

Defenseless against solitude and running out the clock
Sinking into somnolence, I’ve been betrayed
Evocation comes after me in anxious slumber
Terrors drip off the tongue, elusive, inconsequential
Paradoxical precautions, decorations of disarray
Chime in clichés about burning out versus fading away

Awakening to an impending sense of doom
(Day after day, night after night)
Gardens grown on barren land are bound to die away
(Day after day, night after night)
Supine, inert, astray

Grip the clock by the hands, turn time back

What I ponder most in my deliberations
Is if they know what they do when they do it to me
Birthed from a lonely womb
Dread and premonition woven into punished cells
A rare spark of discordance
I've lived too many lives to be patronized
What's there to lose, worth the try to die?
Dignified