5:48 you saw me
crawling on a bed
moving with these creatures
desperate to be fed
I am the beginning of my own end
I know.
I am afraid.
I am afraid of who I was
who I am
where I go
with these hands, these hands
your hands.
Just let me go.
But you grasp these fingers tight
and keep me still.
You taste these chapped lips
and give them sustenance.
You betray me, break me, slay me
all to save me.
And I know, somehow.
You are the beginning and the end of me
and it's a dangerous road.
Don’t let me go
I’m almost there.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:22 PM UTC
5:48 you saw me
crawling on a bed
moving with these creatures
desperate to be fed
I am the beginning of my own end
I know.
I am afraid.
I am afraid of who I was
who I am
where I go
with these hands, these hands
your hands.
Just let me go.
But you grasp these fingers tight
and keep me still.
You taste these chapped lips
and give them sustenance.
You betray me, break me, slay me
all to save me.
And I know, somehow.
You are the beginning and the end of me
and it's a dangerous road.
Don’t let me go
I’m almost there.
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