mjwarren
With or without you, I will still be the same
I will not bury my face or hide from the shame
shall not wither away and crawl into a hole
Shall not concede to the emptiness growing in my soul
I will be fine, but i'm afraid you
will suffer all I had to go through
Without a purpose, the heights are dizzying. I cannot make the ascent if the presifis is not in view, cannot force myself to summon the will to continue.
Endless. The corridors of my mind
beckon me to lovers' leap
tempting me to jump
Leap, into the arms of him
But what if he doesnt catch me?
What if I fall and dont stop falling?
What if I scream and no one hears?
Too many "What if"'s, too many fears.
Should I just chance it?
Run down the corridor
and into the arms of love?
Or shouldIi hold back, listen to the voice above?
Im going to jump. The scent of him is just
too over-powering. Ensnaring everything
Making me mindless, crazy, senseless
I back up a few feet, just to get a run up
I run, I run as fast as i can. I leap
off a towering clifftop and i look
down into the eyes of him,
but those eyes have turned into great oceans
And im going down.
Down.
"Your socks don't match." I looked up, the comment came from my mother. I had bloodshot eyes, punctured arms and spotty skin and all she could say was "Your socks don't match."
I think what happened could best be described as a 'fallout'. A massive human error resulted in a cataclysmic explosion in my chest and the fabric of my past inspirations were strewn about the landscape like so many blood-stained, bloated corpses.