Across the Divide - Attrition

I’m sick again

Back of my throat

Wrench my hopes

With every blow

My colour’s fading

Your black/white screen descending

I’m slipping slowly

Towards your cold ways

I’m sad again deep down here

My outside’s curling

Living someone’s life

Dreaming someone’s dreams

Breathing across the eye divide

Clutch in frenzy

Living someone’s life

Dreaming someone’s dreams

Breathing across the eye divide

Crippled by your life

With a wheelchair of a mind

Reflections in a glass pane

In a blue fire of a tired soul, of hate

Someday, I’ll lose you

And with you, your fears

Withered hopes and warm salt tears

So crowd around and pay the due

Ounce of blood, brain, flesh, eye