2011 - Day 45

Falling down
The rabbit hole
Tumble with
Objects unnatural,
Colors overwhelming,
Bloody pulsing cartoon hearts
Pink striped zebra-monkeys
Mounds of rich chocolate
Packaged in the shadows
Traded for you soul
And they don't care.
Lose sight
Of today
Just moments away
With eyes on yourself
Pull back on the string
You are He
Diaper and all,
Aim high in the sky
Towards the Heavens-
Lose sight of Tomorrow
For it will come,
Bringing someone along,
A flesh wound
Mend it
Only by your hands
Alone.