DarkPoet
Ex-Bluelighter
Slip shod, the words fall meaninglessly onto the page, writer undone.
Lightly I take this thing and plunge it deep into my heart, only when gasping do I falter.
When all is done I will be free, my time done and all this laid to rest.
Actually no, I cannot end here, I must further the cause and call to heel the dogs of biting; slavering at the jaw.
Slip shod and full of reason, I lay this down for all to see; mine own time having left a filthy tang upon the air.
Can't you bring up, load up, send up, some explanation for my fears, I cannot tell you why, but my thoughts are super-real.
Can't, won't, haven't been;
seen or spoken of or even glanced a single thought but you know what?
I don't.
Take from me an insecurity, a deeper sense of now, and everything else I do not own.
Take from me an innocence and never set me free; to live; in my time; alone.
Alone, all one and always in touch, never dependant and always as such.
Lightly I take this thing and plunge it deep into my heart, only when gasping do I falter.
When all is done I will be free, my time done and all this laid to rest.
Actually no, I cannot end here, I must further the cause and call to heel the dogs of biting; slavering at the jaw.
Slip shod and full of reason, I lay this down for all to see; mine own time having left a filthy tang upon the air.
Can't you bring up, load up, send up, some explanation for my fears, I cannot tell you why, but my thoughts are super-real.
Can't, won't, haven't been;
seen or spoken of or even glanced a single thought but you know what?
I don't.
Take from me an insecurity, a deeper sense of now, and everything else I do not own.
Take from me an innocence and never set me free; to live; in my time; alone.
Alone, all one and always in touch, never dependant and always as such.
