Tuesday Afternoon 1603.03hrs - again.....

1603.22hrs
The air creeps closer than before
A sentient night waiting to fall
Sweeping past tired thoughts, clogging minds
Wrapping, sucking, pressing
Invisible webs of the future clutch and hold
Hunting down hope
A bristling spider of the past
1603.57hrs
Bright eyes grow dim and fluid
The candles last cheap flicker
Limbs, muscles, flesh hangs still
No carbon here, no support
Heart beats flicker in dead skins
Waiting, watching, for release
The freedom of despair
1604.08
Time for a cup of tea methinks........