die a little death

 "...una kong namatay nung 2nd yr colej ako.."
-bob ong
i walked a step.
i crushed you under.
i sew my heels
i had to look around and wonder.
rots of mildew
they talk and thunder
my soul askew
my thoughts surrender
my mind crammed , i hemmed
saw and hammered
cut thru the edges
realined the patterns
i stitched and sew
pulled the trigger
dropped the knife
mistook the essence
lacerate thru the lies
of poetic sentiments
i stand and will come up
if dying a little
means having to live
again. (repost from myspace blog dated 03/07/09)