As I Bleed

The feel of deathless paper
 Worn well on a veneer of anticipation
 Angers the sense when fretted
 By the feelings on an inclination
 Stopped dead by a hesitation
 That dreams of a world without eyes-
 That punish in their treasons
 In the harlotry of sight
 And the wounded pride of silence
 Hears the heart beat louder
 Like a clock on the wall
 Marking time that flees like thunder
 The attempt is in the shoulder
 Slackening to strengthen a hand in wisdom
 Echoing in my chainless pain
 Does the winter's keeper
 Tell the snow to drive
 It's ageless breath upon my reason
 Lorded over like a nameless brand
 Whose mind is bound to silence
 Whose hands are full of need
 That takes to live on paper
 That breathes just as I bleed.