Untitled #1

February 3, 2004

Each day, I drop
a step closer to the bottom
Each day, I grip
at something unforgotten.

Muddy slopes and muddy shoes
cannot prove I was there.
No matter how dark the bruises
I don't think it was real.

Seconds tick away from
my life, leading me to
just one day when life
will come to nothing.
Everyday closes like the last
with me trapped in delight
of a hate taking its bites
right out of my heart.