Digging Up The Dead

As the fever fades,
My head’s still in a different place,
Pressure chamber still switched off,
I shake, as these late night thoughts,
Run down my cheeks.

The rain of memories,
Showering me, I freeze,
Songs of times long past,
Head spinning so fast,
Battered by waves long lost.

Body fighting bitter lies,
Unable to sever these ties,
World painted with washed out dyes,
Unable to fight the sickness in my soul.

Blighted by your sweetness,
Reaping what I should have never sowed,
How long will it take for darkness,
To subside, before I irreversibly explode.