[Poem] Choke

2009-03-14 @ 4:27 a.m.

a thousand eyes from darkened corners
the taste of gray and peeling paint
portraits yellowed 'round the borders
weak green tea, feeling faint

in this place the dawn is broken
in this place, the night is dread
there's no door that can be opened
there's no path to lead ahead

Eden's dead

men will stare with glassy eyes
women lie in pools of tears
no one listens to their sighs
no one quells their restless fears

future days glow bright and new
it's their blindness keeps them faint
God lives, with them, strong and true
His hand will cast away the taint

and Eve's a saint