And as your presence wanes
my words become fewer,
my feelings; less vocal.
The day grows irrelevant,
And I can no longer produce
thoughts of any significance.
As if knowing you was blood in my veins,
And I am slowly
                             running out.

He felt something cold making its way down his leg.
When he looked down he saw that it was only his last ounce of sanity,
pure and red, finding an escape from this inhospitable environment.

So carve my name into your chest
and send me pictures, dear.

Write me letters in the red
and bottle all the tears.

Call me an angel.
Tell them I'm lying.
Scream it 'til your words make sense.

Fill your lungs with hatred
and spew out penitence.

Because you know with all your silent flames
and pledged ambivalence,
You know with all the months and years
of burning my pictures as incense.
You know that I'm your demons.
The burden that you bear.
I drove you to hysteria,
you say I brought you there.

So discard your kilogram of flesh
to punish me, my dear.
Leave it at my doorstep,
sweet nostalgia for my tears.

Tell me I tore you apart.
Whisper that I ripped out your reason.
And I will say I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I will say this.

But you never voiced your anguish,
your complete disappointment in me.
How was I to know that it was I
who drove you to insanity?

Touch
go
yes
no.
If you're leaving make it fast,
and tell me who I am.

On
off-
It's all I've got
Tell me things that no one asks
and tell me who I am.

There is ocean in your eyes.
And there are storms which no one sees
So lead me on, bring me close,
and tell me who I am.

Put the autumn in your smile.
Weave the sunlight in your hair.
Let it linger for a while.
(And maybe you could take me there)
But tell me who I am.