Empty streets, cold sheets.
Nature will not curb her wrath,
Empty arms, gaping hearts torn apart by foolish parts.
What makes you wallow in pity and sorrow?
separated by glass and screen isn't this how it's always been?
Trapped alone, trapped with strangers, trying to avoid potential danger.
kept apart to keep you safe but yet you want to crack this safe.
Does it really matter? Twisted news an open wound hidden now by wicked spatter, you hide your face in open day yet those who don't still face the latter.
Repose in ainxous endless anger yet I still work as tensions strangle, you complain of solitude and distance matters,
yet I've longed to have those patterns,
to be open and raw, to sleep away my flaws to have time to heal what has broken and what to feel.
yet here you are, loss of work and faceless chatter.
I want a choice and I chose the clatter the words of mouth and open patterns, arm's length is not enough to keep me from falling down the ladder. I can't stand the noise the open voice " let me out!" It pleads through shallow ease as I grit my teeth.
"Let me in" I beg, mindless nights and pointless days I need those to **** this haze, yet here you beg to risk and rave to open end this massive grave.
Just let me be.
Just let me lie.
I'd rather not but would rather die.
So as you wait, open heart barred gate, think of me, and where I want to be.
And leave me there, empty heart.
Lying bare.