Dont Panic

I'm breathing shadows
And angel glass streaks
Doused with a rubber fire
And a straight jacket for the soul;
I had a brush with life
But I survived.

Cleaver hidden face, it drapes
Over a pain several fires thick,
Dancing for the dark,
Dancing for a father's approval.
My Lord, it looks for a nod,
My Lord, these drying veins are aging.

A voice -

In the absence of spirit, there is madness.
Praise the midnight sound
With it's jackal stare
Trampling your breath
And stealing your holy wind;
You swallowed your despair
Accidentally.

Sickened flowers shake around a petal rain
To wash off your darkness,
But you, my cancer child,
Are forever Autumn.

Pete_C

Interesting images, and some nice lines make this worth reading. The repetition didn't work for me, and the ending was sort of cliched. A good tidy up, a stronger ending and a rework of stanza 2 would be on my shopping list.