Too Late

[BleedingAkasha]

time drudges on
with such force that it leaves
indents
deep caverns in our skin
and in my forearms.
Time remains the constant companion
the one solace
the mere promise that nothing will last
not the firmness of skin
the euphoria of beginning love
the ecstasy of orgasm
the agony of my bleeding wounds.
And the life
time has forced me to leave behind
was filled with dull razors
burgendy scabs that went down to the nerves.
And the life
time is presenting me with
is so far away from what i was (who i am)
that i realize now i missed my calling
changed my fate.
I should have sharpened my blade
cut time out of my existence
before it was too late
and i became
who i am now.

[johnny trance]

this is powerful. so powerful that i want to help you. this is a cathartic poem.

[BleedingAkasha]

yeah i did feel like purging when i wrote it. it's more nostalgic than anything

[jay]

it was cool. like some shakespeare shit. stay up shorty