How can they deal with the pain, I know mine lingers still
Crevices, heavy
clots dripping right on the floor
Only to punch me
in the gut again, with a ...maybe never more
Is it really you?
Showing your teeth after a while, avoidance’s a deafening shrill
Even so, the
possibility of holding her, gone at a whim
Stab in the gut when I remember what the other meant to him.
And it wasn’t
delirium, I could still hope for her love,
Baby, your sweet
laughter, running through a garden, little dove
Sweet-scented
hair, tiny hands, palms upwards in the air
I will return now
to my query of the skies, secrets shared between the stars
And there I
linger, for a while, won’t you lend me your indifference, trade my
scars?
The drinks have long drowned the bitter, ebbing and flowing
taste, along with your promises
So I drift alone in limbo, choking on naivety while leaving
your premises
Absently drifting
through clusters of earthly nebulae, full of heavy grays
Guitar chords in
the background still play while I
Fall asleep
without you lying next to me, wishing I could void my mind into nothing
Severed from
everything
To make my blood run
cold, stop flowing, at all...
