Snip-It

You are a snippet of time--

No longer does it exist in my world

My head, forcing a vacancy,
My heart, blanketing holes,
For me, there were no trips
To Tralfamadore
(Even if we dreamt it.)

I am no longer stuck in time--

There are no more movies playing of these past events--
Taking place
In my swirling, corrupted brain

It is just me, here
Today,
If Luck provides there may be Tomorrow
But, truthfully,
It is not as welcomed
As Today

So, Sweetness,
Before my sight becomes Darker,
Before I begin to Morph into someone I’ve Killed before,
Before you begin to Mutate into the Murderous hound
(That I know, you hate to be),
I’ll start Draining--
I’ll start Sucking --
Bleeding the Yesterdays

Because, now, Today
Your existence
Has no more affect than the ant I squashed on the bathroom floor

If I awake Tomorrow--
With minor Scars from spikes
(Once a pain weighing down my neck),
I won’t question their origin,
I won’t care

Because Today, Yesterday is a memory
And, Tomorrow, Yesterday
Will no longer exist

We are a snippet of time--

And, no longer do we exists.