Your soft,cold spoken words
Fall comfortably from your tongue
Yet stampede upon my heart
The weight of a hundred stallions
I begin to tremble as I speak
Unpredictable nervousness spreading
Like ice shifting on a frozen remote lake
All I feel seems trivial to you
I detest the debts of despair it drags me to
Blankiting the unforeseen
With discouraging insight is blasphemous
Its counter productivity as soothing as a bed of nails
Piercing my beliefs
As my soal lays upon it
My wants and desires motionless now
Specks of prisms caged
To withhold the magnicfent colors
That use to shine while in your presence
Please release me.
As my soal lays upon it