In Flames

Do you feel anything at all?
Do you hear steps at the door?
Do you reckon the smell of....?
It's life - the the dark that binds you
Frightenedby your own smell
Bitterness will run you through
Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all that's left