Friday, October 5, 2007

Tragic loss of miscommunication

I'm stuck between worlds.
Just hovering above you
and floating below me.

I've dreamed this moment
A black sun with red glow
red day with blue tears.

This makes no sense to me
how you hate to love me
yet you love to use me.

So you belittle my senses
you agonize my emotion
and worship my body.

I guess one day I'll let go.
unravel what entwines
spit on your memory

If I could, what I would do.
If only you were me
and if I were you

That shade before your eyes
blocks nothing from me
I hate you the same.

Do I not make clear how I feel?
Theres no satisfaction.
You'll never know.

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