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across these empty reaches of white and waiting I flee understanding, wanting to remain numb. for my glass heart I fear - words pursue me across the paper. you live in all of my words but you are no longer my home. so I run; and every time I smile, everything I taste or feel - everywhere I go without you knowing where I am - does not seem real. stone that I am, I have not changed my mind, nor yet let the killer hope dissolve inside - my glass heart has not worn to sand. pain follows, but cannot have me. and without meaning to, I hope you read these words: I live like a bird but love like a mountain. so I run, I fly; I become a kite - praying this lifeline you've thrown won't hang me. I fall in flame and wait, desiring to rise again from these ashes. |
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in its teeth I lie still, knowing that to fight only cuts me deeper. at the eye of this storm I bleed, lonely, watching life going on without me. the archaeological marvel of me and my petrified heart - me, the stone, frozen in time. I wander, I wonder, I wish; and I tire of desire, wanting only not to want anymore. so lonely, so empty I can't help but feel that I am a meteor crashing very far from home. I crave change yet revile it with care you preserve me as I am - left behind. |
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undesired. I struggle against it my battle unmarked unwanted by you falling apart at the seams, undesired the very thread of my being unwound; unspoken - unwanted cast out. you confuse aiming to amuse yourself and conspire to tire - make me feel undesired I won't bite now won't play games never make you stay - from worlds away, I appeal, an unsealed deal waiting for you to sign or repeal. until you give me all - your safety net, collecting dust - I await the fall. |
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Forget me, life: I'm not worth living. I refuse to accept the motions of time. The hands of the clock go round still, ticking; but here inside me shadows are motionless. Forget me, world, 'cause I'm not moving. I won't follow you down into the dark. You go on without me - out into the endless field of continuum - and I'll just stay here. Forget me, time. I will not limp forward. More pain in the finite than I can contain. In loving and in living; in losing and letting go - in death, ressurection: indefinite agony. So I won't. So forget me. |