.


And in the
   simple glint
       of sharpened
           steel designed
                for the simple
                    slicing of those
                        tasteless foods
                             that I can not
                                 consume without
                                    the bitter taste in
                                         my mouth
                                             perhaps I
                                                can find a  
                                                    release at                                        
                                                       last  from
                                                      ­    the   pain
                                                            ­  that   can
                                                             ­    crush  me
                                                       ­             everyday
                                           ­                              with
                                                            ­               not
                                                             ­             even
                                               ­                         a warn-
                                                           ­               -ing

There is never
Enough space
To say every-
-thing I want
To so always
I must short-
-en my mean-
-ing within
The lines deter-
-mined by so-
-me machine
With no thought
For flow or

Take all you dare take
No prisoners, no mercy
Let the waves decide

A step is nothing here, no more than,
Useless flailing for some lost foundation,
That isn't there.

The inspection of my eyes shows no more than,
Black.

Then rushing, reaching, grasping, grabbing,
Doom-coated fingers,
****** at my soul and
my escape is no more than the longing
for the sweet spring in winter when
even the faintest hint of life is
struck down with frost.

I know there is little point in fear,
It can do no more than,
Conjure claws and the glimpse of eyes.

But still, fear grips me,
With those cracked, crooked talons,
And whispers twisted nothings,
As they wrap around my retching heart.

"You are no more than—

I'm afraid of safety, I'm afraid of help.
I'm afraid of telling anyone else.
I don't want sympathy, I don't want you to care.
I just want to be alone and pull out my hair.

But still you seem to try, you keep telling me "No,"
"You must listen, keep your chin up, I'm not going to go."
I'm fine on my own, I don't need you any more.
I tell you, leave me be, stop turning up at my door.

Then the darkness returns, and you're nowhere around.
I regret what I said in that stupid little row.
Forget all the moaning, forget my ill-chosen words.
I promise I didn't mean it, all of that was absurd.

Though I hate to admit it, and strange as it sounds,
Things always seem darker when you're not around.
You were right, I was wrong, you win, end of game,
I was foolish, especially knowing you've been through the same.

Though all along I told myself: I prefer to be alone,
I was missing by a mile and you got it in one.
What I really need now, is not solitude or pain,
But just a message asking "Are you alright?" again.

*Thank you and keep trying, ignore my deadly rage,
What I really need I had all along, a friend about my age.

As feet meet with dust
The horizon keeps moving
Clouds are approaching

When I see you again,
Let me say to you,
The words you already know.

When I see you again,
Let me play to you,
The song I've never shown.

When I see you again,
Let me smile at you,
And watch your smile grow.

When I see you again,
Let me dance with you,
Until the lights are low.

When I see you again,
Let me laugh with you,
As you take away my woe.

When I see you again,
Let me hold you,
And never let go.