Played far from the surface
This facade you and I both conform to Betwixt denial of something Or arrogance on part of another I cannot read your intentions so clearly And thus ever deeper am I drawn Into you, into the night Into something so completely against principle For you, I am going against all principle Obtuse thoughts dripped from concave fixtures Deriving complex interjections from irrational minds Don't say that you can save me There is no coming back from this type of forethought No type of recovery from the trauma induced thereof Don't try and think that you can save me The mind has gone away for good It is all forfeit The pain, the weakness The indecision and the worry What's the point? When I won't see the tangible outcome I'll sit here playing out my ideals While the world will go it's own course I'll be a still point in that turning world A timeless thought stuck in a decaying frame And with the world spinning So will you too Far away from the grasp of my ever-fading emotions So this is where the story ends With me sitting on a wintery knoll watching the snow fall And you in a well-furnished home raising a happy family While I brace myself against the cold I'll smile And know that I was the reason things never went right I'll know that my indecision and fear Are the reasons I'm always sitting alone in the cold at night
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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