its an aching hollow feeling
like self flagellation
get a grip;
strong enough
to squeeze my breath out.
even though i know its only fleeting,
that i wont last more than
a few more fragments of time,
even then,
stubborn arrogant selfish pride,
childlike naiive pride,
stands behind me and eggs me on
as i walk, obstinately
just one step out of reach,
resolutely cold and stone voiced,
i'm melting inside.
and i can feel u behind me,
against the small of my back,
like a feather touch of the sharpest knife
i feel ur pain,
and then there's mine
i am
exponentially spiralling down
into the black hole of my heart
i dont think i will be able to hold this pose
a fraction of a second more
i give up
turn
and run for life
and crash hurtling back into ur palm
inside
where i belong
happy
home
whole
hoaxed
what have you become to me?
what have you done ...
and once again i'm grinning for now reason
as i walk the lonely corridors
and once again i'm alive and singing
is it u, or me, that i am singing for?
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Thursday, June 29, 2006
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2 comments:
I was there. Or am I still?
music's fading. liked it.
thank you. i came up for air almost immediately - cant hold out too long :)
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