...Or Your Demise Will Be Slow And Agonizing.

I want to touch you,
I hate it that I can't.
And yet I don't want it,
I hate the thought thereof.
Why won't you leave my mind?
Why do you bother me so?

I'm repulsed by seeing what you do,
by remembering us face to face.
You've changed,
and yet I never really knew you at all.
Who do you think you are?
And who was I to you?
Why?

I must be some village healer,
that I help you all, or at least try.
I love to see you well,
I love to know that life's good for you,
even if I feel pushed away,
even if rejection seems to be the only pay..

Hello, I'm broken.
When I breathe, I bleed.
But I suppose it's okay,
because you seem to be alright.
Hell, I'd keep this up even longer,
if I didn't know any better.

But I do,
and it's with all my strength,
that this time it's serious enough.
That I let you where no one else got,
although not in every sense.
Please let me heal.
Please let me be.

Between the Vultures and Myself

Muusika

I distract myself from routinely torments
with smaller more beautiful thoughts,
which torment me all the same.
No escape from thoughts alluring,
consuming me as if I were nothing.
Swallowing me into heartfelt abyss.

I know you in my imagination,
because that is where you'll stay,
with my permission, aeons away.
But still I'm imprisoned here,
with my simple delights, looking out.
Stretching thin for a single smile.

I'd die for my honesty,
and for what I believe in my heart.
How to burn down a masquerade,
tell apart the actors from the fake..
Stuck with these vultures on my shoulders,
I force myself to look ahead.