spark 5

Poison fills my lungs;

this wretched fog clouding my heart;

the blood on my teeth doesn't seem mine,

yet these veins flow this alien liquid.

Every fibre yells a song I don't recall;

it instruments my fingers to shake,

but there's no winter to shiver,

nor rumbling earth but my own.

Dead nerves impulse a new action;

a ticking clock torments my conscience;

it's too late to stop the sparkling eyes.

Captivity is my fate;

I embrace this new birth

and show I'm not me anymore.