(21. Januar 2008)
I scream, though there’s no one there to hear
Cry, though there’s nothing here to fear
Love, though there is no one here to touch
And fall asleep with a smile that I try to clutch.
Thinking about you, the vanity in your eyes,
knowing that those mirrors can be used to disguise
The depth and vulnerability of a tangled soul
that completes a part of mine, and fills its holes
Holes that are being deepened by darkness’ deprivations
Feebly grasping I touch nothing but silent accusations.
My words are tattered, ragged like my breath,
scattered and spilled is my soul over the sweet palms of Seth.
Every time I look at you, this searing pain
hurts me and breaks me, I’m cringing in vain.
Clammed around my heart so tightly, your fingers
wrenching it out, wringing it dry, but the love, it lingers.
With a fluttering in my chest I think back, to you
Shrinking my pain until the next ache is due.
Searing on silver wings of unintended love
my feelings are all I can give, I can’t give them unscathed.
I have to stop lying so defrauding to myself, I came
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