Sunday, January 11, 2009

me



I dread the loss of her I've never touched
love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears
I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak
I miss a woman who was never born
I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet

Everything passes
Everything perishes
Everything palls

my thought walks away with a killing smile
leaving discordant anxiety
which roars in my soul

No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope

A song for my loved one, touching her absence
the flux of her heart, the splash of her smile

In ten years time she'll still be dead. When I'm living with
it, dealing with it, when a few days pass when I don't even
think of it, she'll still be dead. When I'm an old lady living
on the street forgetting my name she'll still be dead, she'll
still be dead, it's just
fucking
over


and I must stand alone

My love, my love, why have you forsaken me?

She is the couching place where I never shall lie
and there's no meaning to life in the light of my loss

Built to be lonely
to love the absent

Find me
Free me
from this

corrosive doubt
futile despair

horror in repose

I can fill my space
fill my time
but nothing can fill this void in my heart

The vital need for which I would die


Breakdown.

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