beginning with the dusk

there is pain behind my eyes

as the breeze dies down

the liquid that comes out

from the tools I use to see

as if water going down the drain

there are ants inside my mind

With ice picks instead of feet

and little insects flying in

the corner of my vision

that may or may not

actually be there

yet I do know that sleep is

not an option anytime soon

But my body feels like

there are rocks underneath the skin

instead of muscles or bone

but the nerves must be there

or I would fly out to another destination

yet I am here for you

and willing to suffer

so I may serve your needs

my sweet

lady of the royal court

of the garden of eden