My breath collapses with the world around me
Shattered reflections and contradiction.
My grip is slipping from the sand above
And it's a long way down.
Fate slips it's fingers around my racing heart
Shaking but standing, my consciousness is disbanding.
Tell me I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming.
This structure's unstable, resting our hope on this unsound foundation.
The silence is torture; please tell me I'm not alone
That I'm not too far gone and not too far from home.
The air in my lungs escapes me and though I have no strength left to stand
I will scream your name.
Breathless to the distance in the hopes that it will
Find your ears and bring me back to you.
Breaths from the end, desperate,
Screaming your name, just silence
Wake me up.
My eyes are open, but I swear I'm sleeping
Wake me up.
I stand alone, so stationary in the space between
A blink and a tear
My echoes keep me company
Please hear me.
My voice can't breach this distance between us or so it seems
Please here me now
'Cause my voice can't breach this distance
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Having guns for hands isn't easy.
You often shoot the people you love.
You might not mean to, but its inevitable.
You shoot and wound everyone who tries to disarm you.
Your hands are never on safety,
But she might be the missing switch.
She might be the answer to turning them into kittens instead.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
The thick red lines I draw on my skin
Are door handles.
You pull so hard to get in.
The handles may be at my hip,
But the doors are my eyes.
Through them you will see why.
You'll see the pain and the man using me as a toy.
Pull harder.
Save me.
Let the pain sink in even harder.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC