It comes, sneaks in
slowly, quietly.
Often at times,
I don’t even notice
its subtle arrival
‘til I’m being taken away
by waves, I know not how
or why to swim
Then I’m starring off
into the distance,
fixating on an endless crack
on the wall, it’s always there
I know I’m being occupied
by this guest of a geist
& I’d like to push you out,
keep this persistent phantom
of ugly things from taking me over
*Just give me the chance to breath,
before you pull me under ?
Annonce your arrival ?
& don’t wear that mask ?*
I already know your face
Don’t lie ?
oh, there is never any use
in talking to you, your rubble
Never, any
at all
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 5:51 AM UTC
It comes, sneaks in
slowly, quietly.
Often at times,
I don’t even notice
its subtle arrival
‘til I’m being taken away
by waves, I know not how
or why to swim
Then I’m starring off
into the distance,
fixating on an endless crack
on the wall, it’s always there
I know I’m being occupied
by this guest of a geist
& I’d like to push you out,
keep this persistent phantom
of ugly things from taking me over
*Just give me the chance to breath,
before you pull me under ?
Annonce your arrival ?
& don’t wear that mask ?*
I already know your face
Don’t lie ?
oh, there is never any use
in talking to you, your rubble
Never, any
at all
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