Writings - Poetry - 2006

Catatonic
Under such exhaustion
Broken, weary, and lost to conscience
Dragged below lethargic notions
Drowned beneath the lactic ocean
Drained of all my resources
Forces move me without my motions
Because I've become this self contortion

My olive patch of eye is sleepless
Request for rest is just a weakness
Bleak the wrinkled brow I keep is
A tarnished zest of prowess relinquished
Touch my fingers they are sheepish

Awkward
This robotic nervous system
Made to function out of custom
When I lost my self control
To the auto-pilot
Wits shut down to regain
All the while I moved beside it
Along the path pre-decided
I watch this cinematic but did not guide it
All the while I'm catatonic

Blood drained brain is more than feeble
Burdened under all the people
Spine will crack as the muscles tingle
In this place of no equal
There will be no escape from evil

Catatonic
Under this exertion
This metamorphosis of my person
Recreated this new version
To overwork for mass production
But now the drive has lost its gumption
Fails to start
Fails to function
God I hope it isn't broken
It's the only body I have to work with.