Gravity

opened eyes
and a disfigured mind
awoken by the smell of blood
the body left behind
the muscles shake and quiver
no voice can be delivered
the lungs contract, unrelaxed
as the body shivers
no one is really sure
of what is to happen next
gravity's formalities
wont take the knife out of my chest
and i confess
shock has turned my body numb
emotion unporportioned
with slightest motion of my thumbs
and blood like crumbs
rolls down the banks of my skin
the eclipse of mental script
creates a rift within my mental brim
and i feel no fear
gravity pushes me near
once im one with the pavement
all concern will disappear