Tragedy struck-- layered over reasons and tightly grasping me closer and closer.
As the finale and the start collide,
I am left with the misunderstanding.
Just a linger of a white mask-
and the velvet eyes that watch me throughout the night.
Sat in between denial and reality.
Where did I go wrong?
There was no push. No pull. No avail.
For a the second I spared--
I felt the creases of the surface.
I touched it. Or it held me.
Was it all contemporary ?
Coincidence ? Lies ?
My sentimental transverse ?
A moment that crossed in between us.
You. And I.
Not to be mistaken for myself and you.
So take the tray of misleads and fall inside me.
Your not my human.
Not my friend.
Your nonexistent.
But you exist inside me.
So you promptly assist me, do you not ?
Through out the course of this.
I can feel you pump in my veins.
I do not ignore you.
I embrace the truth in you, because
the poison lies in my hands.
So please, don't run away from me.
in the stare, down under my pretension.
But you saved me didn't you?
Had you even felt it the moment it blazed ?
Only if I asked.
But it doesn't change anything.
Keep appearing. Keep dripping your eyelashes
in the rivers of my dreams.
I can feel it perverse into self-elimination.
Am I wrong ?
...don't ask me.
So long as I can feel this.
This exuding wonder.
You'll always remain two steps away.
With a brush of a finger,
and a trade of ignorance.
But its not stupidity.
Come reach me.
This time I'm in your grasp.
For the first.
Send me a note with your pencil in your hand,
and a look like you know.
Because I do.
Kiss me.
I'm only words away.
And yet, thats so far.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Sat Aug 08, 2009 @ 04:58am · 0 Comments |
