Pain Is
Painted
Paused
Posing
Powers
Pain Is
A prick of a needle into pale, pink flesh,
leaving behind a bead of crimson
in a puddle of reality
The sound of nails scratching against
metal,
chrome
hearts,
being ripped slowly from their cherished beds
To be in love with the one
who hates you most
your soul stabbing with tears that
cause your body to convulse
The fear that everything is in vain,
that the cause for you
isn't
really
there,
that you've been wasting the only time
you ever really had
To lose the one you'll always admire,
the one you idolized, looked up to, laughed with,
cried on,
is gone forever
no goodbyes
The last glance you get from the eyes of your
lover,
friend,
mentor,
as you walk away, your heart, your life,
has been left been left behind
mind of the ingenious,
brought to life by the details,
a whir of inconsequential drama and chaos
orbiting around these cells...
thoughts of the past,
memories so vivid and clear,
a drain of emotions drawn, paralleled
sketching thin lines between truths...
images seen were an illusion,
painted upon the breath of millions,
a labrynth of indiscreet walls and corners
masking the exit straight ahead...
all of this in the mind,
whispered in the ears,
a seemingly complex staircase that only
descended downward...
how beautiful this insanity can be...
Benath me,
like the shadow,
the past lies in darkness
The cities
and memories hide
in the corners of my mind
Burnt and
seared like a cigarette,
the smoke rises before me
Blinding me
and stinging my eyes
so that the future is impossible to see
Bitter and
steaming like a mug
of freshly brewed coffee
I sit
before you,
awaiting the destiny I claim to be my own
I could stand here naked and pondering
on what you'd do if I came next
But I'm not bewildered or wondering
what you'd do if I passed the test
I could stand here, hungry to taste you
Hoping you have the same crave
But I can't eat you on my own,
All I know is that the hunger is growing
I can't help but wonder, am I home?
Oh God, is part of me dying?
My Lord is part of me here?
I can't stand here forever,
A bird in harsh weather
I'm losing my feathers
Posing for you
i'm back, too tired to sleep again,
i only think about my friend,
and the owl perches softly on my mailbox...
i'm here, alone, by myself, a shame,
my mind seems to play it's own games,
and the heart sits silent on my shoulder...
the scar, it burns, i thought this one would go away,
maybe then i could play,
and my love would be back in my eyes,
empty, shallow, barren, desolate,
forsaken, abandoned, neglected,
who knew you had the power this power,
to make me feel so much like shit...
i guess this is it...
and no one gets what they want and i want you,
and that is beautiful....
