you take the narrow path
and walk it so eloquently
step upon my dried up bones
it's not like you can see me

kiss the many miracles
that derived your perfect path
but please, don't seek out my lips
poisoned that they are

playing victim means payment
for the mistakes you made
make others the villain
and the price has been paid

you make stepping stones
of disasters that you've born
then turn them into cloaks
that others should have worn

Spring becomes a nightmare
after everyone has thawed
with a trace of frosty Malice
Winter is reborn

will we ever become warm?

Do what you must do
but don't keep cutting
my over bled veins
they don't heal
as quickly
as you

Situations that leave me cold
are crowds and empty rooms
Chances are, I have to talk to someone
or there's too much room to move

Situations that leave me cold
are I have to make conversation
That avenue has been closed to me
for too many years to mention

Situations that leave me cold
are I turned to no one, not standing
next to me
and everyone else, not in the room
sees me standing, so lonely

I don't believe in myself,
I rarely believe in another
Situations teach me
it's a path that's fraught with danger

Maybe the lesson is to distract us
I lack the generic gene
that wants to please
someone who habitually needs it
But I'll never lack in empathy
for those that involuntarily bleed it

Situations that cause me pain
roll freely from your social form
Easily do you butterfly,
under a cloudless sky
While I battle to anchor in the tempest
of an angry, raging storm

I sit and wait
patiently
waiting for you
to drink
the words
from me
we have an agreement
you and I
I give you life
You grant immortality