The 33rd Breath

Facing towards the drowning sun,

Filled his stainless pain in a gun,

And felt the cold taste of death

Digging his way to the 33^rd breath

Astounded by the pace of thoughts,

Shivered as he melted the clots,

Of the days he crawled seeking warmth,

And of the days he ran into the dark.

Dreamt; the day when his eyes burned green,

Switched his 4 chambers to a guillotine theme.

Felt the tears of his pestering soul

Burning through his wounds of desire.

Saw; the day, he hung his head,
Broke the ten commandments and pled.

Dared to stand and feared to rise

Pushed himself into a cracked paradise,

Nowhere to run, took his 13^th breath

Now kneeling in the wet sand,

Facing the soft, red sky he cried,

Without tears, swallowed the cold

Truth as his soul withered away.