By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2007 Nov 15 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.15.16.18.4975]] |
What worth have I? I am simply skin, bones (waiting to be crushed) noone that has met me has any inclination to hold me close, I am just thoughts (echoes in a chasm of my own goodbyes) So please don't go too far without saying goodbye) It's all away, away... distance is a postcard that bleeds what little is left inside me and resistance is the only way, the only thing that keeps me going (now that you're gone) after all these years all I can find is something too little to call my own and as little as I am I will be the same I will still be sane you won't change you still dazzle and shake the reality around you you burn hope like a candle for me, the boy behind these (stupid) eyes Your no miracle surreal and serendipitous though you may be Gravity tries violently to pull me towards you and I search for the crescendo that tells me there is an ending to all of this even without you dressed in an extravagant gown of fog, smiling with certainty (I am cracked and crooked conditionally surrendering to your prehistoric memory) Yet still I am earthless, I am faithless. |