as I lay me down to die
I'll count them all
you've never tried
to live or love
or what's beneath
you've never seen
why I'm so keen
to bleed for things I cannot see
yet I can feel
them in between
the sheets upstairs in which you lie
mascara scabs
and painted sighs
you said the world should go away
the town was painted
the world is grey
Monday, April 9, 2012
writer's block
I wish to write but I
have no words
Nothing is worth anything
especially to those who
can't see
Have I lost my sight?
I lie in fur and quilted silk
Rich yet thrown together poorly
Someone has no taste
but wants to feel
important.
But I need this...
I need you.
I need to be medicated.
I am fearless and proud
yet full of shame
from my inadequacies
Beauty only lies in what is
Beheld
I have forgotten
my beholder
And I am never alone.
The white rabbit has
nestled in her bunny hole
She's been running for
so long...
Ever hunted, she now feels
safe.
Had I thought this was possible?
I bow to no one yet I
lower my head in
reverence to you
Lead me through this
dream you've conjured
Through the twisted hallways
through fire and ice
through forgotten joys
past regrettable silences
Lead me to the place you call
home.
have no words
Nothing is worth anything
especially to those who
can't see
Have I lost my sight?
I lie in fur and quilted silk
Rich yet thrown together poorly
Someone has no taste
but wants to feel
important.
But I need this...
I need you.
I need to be medicated.
I am fearless and proud
yet full of shame
from my inadequacies
Beauty only lies in what is
Beheld
I have forgotten
my beholder
And I am never alone.
The white rabbit has
nestled in her bunny hole
She's been running for
so long...
Ever hunted, she now feels
safe.
Had I thought this was possible?
I bow to no one yet I
lower my head in
reverence to you
Lead me through this
dream you've conjured
Through the twisted hallways
through fire and ice
through forgotten joys
past regrettable silences
Lead me to the place you call
home.
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