Random Thought Bubbles

icy cold fingers like an icy cold heart
just about blue from the lack of
and halfway through there's too much blood in the way
thump of a red squish too insignificant to distinguish
from a fly on the wall learning inconspicuous
lining eyes black to manifest a mask
acceptable to all in the audience
blue is a thread through
running from pillar to pillar
of a shiny coloured hourglass crack
in the wall of this thump squish
careless hands grab at the last strands
of what doesn't remain and pretend
maybe there is a sliver of hope
because hope is all there is
left
tinkle creak creep sudden sounds
no, nothing there
just another nightmare
in reverse
no answer to any call
wall silence, wall face,
plain whiteness built in place
i built in place
and crumbled at my own work
the in-between unseen, meaning undone
the same as nothing
precious nothing.
icy cold hands, like an icy cold heart
icy cold heart deserves an icy cold empty bed.