Chapter 68: Morning

My head throbs in time
With your heartbeat
Punishment for my crime
Is a fallen sheet
Venetian failing
Movement jailing
The sheets burn
As I turn
Away from you
Pain pulsing through
My stomach joins
In turn with the throbbing
Good of the world purloined
The pulse is robbing
All that I should enjoy
A dysphonic attaboy
My head throbs in time
With your heart beat
Punishment for my crime
Is a fallen sheet
The Venetian failing
Movement impaling
My poor brain
From today I’ll abstain
Though not by choice
Pain from every voice
The world is too much
Burned by every touch
I can find no salvation
No escape or joyful desecration
Pained by my choices today
Yesterday, I let myself play
And today I’m caged by darkness
At piece in the blackness
My head throbs in time
With your heart beat
Punishment for my crime
Is a fallen sheet
Venetian failing
Movement impaling
My poor brain
Shattered by every influx
Of scattered data
And sensory redux
I can’t describe the pain
As it pulse in time with your heart
I muster the fortitude
But find the bottle empty
The card is secondary
My thoughts interrupt so rude
And it’s a new start
My head throbs in time
With your heartbeat
To survive a feat
Requiring my pride
Caged in the lack
of light
Would prefer
The black
of night
As every sound offer
An avalanche of pain
Inflicted on my poor brain
The sheets burn
As I slowly turn
Away from you
Defeated