No body knows me let the grey be all they see. Let only I and the owl alone catch that scent of death in the air.
From across the blazing asphalt I watch children chase balloons across manicured lawns. I stand like a ghost and will the balloons to float just out of reach of a double braided little girl.
AsΒ Β the wind catches the childrens losses the faintest of smiles flashes across my face. As I look up and catch 4 more losses that have now been forever taken by the winds of my memory.
A message I send to one of my only friends. Let it reach him or her before I change my mind again.
I've opened up and presented to them nothing.
No body knows me, let the poppies blood cleanse me. The pain I produce is not infectious. It's private, it slowly tortures me. Like the stammer and those years, it destroys me.
I count four colors forever taken by the wind. And 3 children who's teary eyes and scornful stares are now fixed on me.
I look to the heavens and smile toward their loss.
Let those floating colors be their only hurt.
Let them never know my smile, Shield them from the Dragon.
I'm numb enough, I can take it, Let them be and lay all that you got right here. Right over here. Right all over me.
Lay it on me, your payments I've recieved before. And yet somehow I find myself still indebt to you.
Let them grow old and wonder. Let them wonder before they began to forget.
Let them join all the rest.
Let them become enemies of my sorrow.
Let them quietly fall into their existence.
Let them Be. You've already taken all that was left of me.