>>–Paving-My-Way–>

I've died many times

On escape-trails– fleeing

From your air. But every time

You have caught me,

Either lurking in my

Dreams – or beating...

Somewhere... in the

Venues of my heart.

Caught up in your

Seamless web.

Crucified for your

Iniquity.

I've died so many times

Now, and I don't know

If I still have any more

Lives to die. But if–

There were any lives

Left in me, I'll, sorely,

Kill them again;

paving

my

way

over

my

sha

tte

red

Ci

ty

.

#poetry