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I am faltering
In my smiles
Tied up with the strings
Of loneliness
And of standards
It is wavering
Uncertain
I know you see it
With the eyes
Of a thousand spirits
My spirit
It can be free
Can it not
It takes a real gash
In the flesh
Of our hopes
In order to get the free stitches
From our lovers
Or our friends
It takes a real champion
A soldier
And a death wish
To pull open the wound
And let in air
To spill out
And be nothing
And complete
All the same
My morality has been flattened
To an absolute nothing
A disgraceful low
Just like so many others
And my mind, too,
Two dimensions,
No folds for thought
No volume for memories
Just a little plain plane of nothing
The footsteps like a metronome
Depressing pace
Head low
And soggy
With the thoughts of a father
Or a forgiver of his past
What path should he follow
Less followed
Or safe
And the memories
They're left in the imprints
I see you're failing at findinf the lighht well we all know that the dark brings it out you can find it by following your ear to the flutter of moth wings at midnight I'm sorry you can't see there's no other way than to merely leap and we have only as much strength in our legs as the inspiration we eat
He stood there looking like a collapsed building
Soggy in the rain
So judged
And so torn
Weathered
And I couldn't look at the pity in his eyes
The shame and the regret
Why can't you shut up with those eyes and kiss me like you want to
I miss it
Never will I let myself become a settler
Never say never
Well I'll say it for that
Never will I be a simple pigeon in the mix
And I'll never gice up on my external
Unreachable dreams
They're always there
Just beyond
I may never reach them