Counterfit19
Bluelighter
What a tangled web we weave, indeed.
Thousands of strands of thick silk
Bind me to these convictions in situations
Where I do not belong, yet..
I find myself trapped, tied down anyway.
If only I could reach behind me
And pull the knife out of my back,
Then maybe I could use it to cut
These shimmering slivers of white
That grip me so tightly, at the least
I can be thankful they serve as
A tourniquet that stops the blood from
Pouring out of my heart...
Then again, maybe it serves to prolong
This pain that I've felt so many times,
In hopes that this is the last and I
May be forced to continue this futile
Struggle, ever so slowly fighting the
Life out of myself.
Brain awash with confusion,
Swirling cespool of deceit,
Who is more wrong?
I don't even care about finding out
That answer, all I know is that
Somehow, someway I'm removing myself
From all of this, and I'm removing
Myself from this life that's become
So much more of a burden than a blessing.
Someplace where noone can ever find me,
Where I can smile and play this game
Of solitaire without worry of someone
Crashing in unannounced,
Without worry of anyone ever getting inside,
Because this door that remained open
Just a crack, has been violently slammed shut,
The deadbolt dropped, and the key ground
To dust.
jay
Thousands of strands of thick silk
Bind me to these convictions in situations
Where I do not belong, yet..
I find myself trapped, tied down anyway.
If only I could reach behind me
And pull the knife out of my back,
Then maybe I could use it to cut
These shimmering slivers of white
That grip me so tightly, at the least
I can be thankful they serve as
A tourniquet that stops the blood from
Pouring out of my heart...
Then again, maybe it serves to prolong
This pain that I've felt so many times,
In hopes that this is the last and I
May be forced to continue this futile
Struggle, ever so slowly fighting the
Life out of myself.
Brain awash with confusion,
Swirling cespool of deceit,
Who is more wrong?
I don't even care about finding out
That answer, all I know is that
Somehow, someway I'm removing myself
From all of this, and I'm removing
Myself from this life that's become
So much more of a burden than a blessing.
Someplace where noone can ever find me,
Where I can smile and play this game
Of solitaire without worry of someone
Crashing in unannounced,
Without worry of anyone ever getting inside,
Because this door that remained open
Just a crack, has been violently slammed shut,
The deadbolt dropped, and the key ground
To dust.
jay
