cradle your head in your hands
as every barbed whisper in your head
echoes until it's thunder wreaks havoc
you are a jarring lance against the wall
while the buzzing breath of the world rolls
**you are not here
you were never here**
you can only pray,
only only only
wish you weren't
but you cannot just will yourself to die
with the fierce passivity that comes with nirvana
because you know that
while you can still convince yourself
there's something better in the future
barely
but barely is something still
even though presently
you are on a slab and you were Romeo
who believed he died alone, on the top
you are on a table dissected
metaphorically flayed and made raw
by the seeming death of passion, a lack of someone in your bed tonight,
and the slipped hand that pulled off your skin and made the feelings of the feelings that wound.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
cradle your head in your hands
as every barbed whisper in your head
echoes until it's thunder wreaks havoc
you are a jarring lance against the wall
while the buzzing breath of the world rolls
**you are not here
you were never here**
you can only pray,
only only only
wish you weren't
but you cannot just will yourself to die
with the fierce passivity that comes with nirvana
because you know that
while you can still convince yourself
there's something better in the future
barely
but barely is something still
even though presently
you are on a slab and you were Romeo
who believed he died alone, on the top
you are on a table dissected
metaphorically flayed and made raw
by the seeming death of passion, a lack of someone in your bed tonight,
and the slipped hand that pulled off your skin and made the feelings of the feelings that wound.
