Some new stuffz that I have simply left in a spiral notebook and not even posted...

Painkiller

A needle in my veins
and the searing burn,
melted away into fluidity and cold.
And the pain seeped into the numbness of not.

Even the fires of lacerations
bled away into the white
as the absence of feeling
brought me from the brink.

A monotonous, droning siren
pierced into my consciousness to a pained wakening.
I was only alive as much as I could think,
a cadaver with a pulse.

The shadows spoke their serpentine tone,
but my voice uttered no words.
I was trapped within my own soul,
no more living than a flat line.

Profiles danced in the periphery,
and my fingers reached for their visage.
But they all faded away,
like rays of light in the breeze.

If I could feel the wind on my face,
or be blinded by the sunlight-
maybe the shadows would take form
and I would awake from the prison of mortality.