Dead Obaud?

I did not wake up, I couldn’t
See the long night ending, I couldn’t
Feel chill of morning, but if I could
Just turn over for five more…

I could cut away the uselessness
If I could slit between the veins.
Drag the point down and pray
Never to bring it up again,
If only I could pick a point to press.

I could sink so much farther
Than you’ve ever known.
Slack jawed sleeping in the watery bed,
Tucked in snugly beneath plastic sheets.
Protection you only wish you could escape.
If only I could see past the suffocating green.

I could fall again.
It would be counted, never named.
Blazing with the scent of burning
Flesh was only background of the gore
So hold on to your fingers and heads
And duck the sweeping arm of…
Melted eyes don’t see the slaughter.