Needlepoint

Strangled by icy intrusion
of sanity's dying diffusion
burning through my veins
burning slower and slower

Silence echoes in corners
like veils on the faces of mourners
crying through the rain
crying slower and slower

Consciousness severed to splinters
of black and blue and ember
sinking in mismatched strains
sinking lower and lower

Futures melt to injections
in needlepointed directions
dying through the pain
dying slower and slower