Let the colors speak.

March 7, 2009.


The old.
The constant.
The stable.

Distances sever my spine and leave me sprawled across the floor.
Is convincing needed when oblivity is present?
I don't even know who the hell I am anymore.
I'm certain my own hands paved this road before me years ago.
Why have I lost my way?
Why is it so impossible for me to continue here?
I carved these tracks with my very own soles.
The only like you'll ever see, you'll never look beyond motives.
I used to be so sure, so dead set on every level.
I can't even remember what it felt like to know myself.
Once that first rung snapped, everything flew.
It was a free for all for each and every insecurity.
You'll never love what I love in you.
No recollection has been spared.
What heart amongst the seas will truly love me now?
What body can muster the will to care?
I'm no good for you.
Call my bluff, call me off.
Call me every single word that's ever hung on your lips.
Call me baby, Call me impossible, call me mistake.
You've made yourself clear a thousand times over.
The bad taste of you has been on my tongue for months.
I spat you out on the streets where you belong.
Tragedies mixed with a hue of desperation.
I can't make you face yourself in the morning mirrors.
Please for once just open those beautiful eyes of yours.
Grasp beginner's knowledge of fears.
Single handedly claw your way through the words.
Metaphors heaped upon each serving of lust.
There's nothing here for you.
I've nothing to offer on the blocks.
Just a ship's worth of baggage and bitterness.
Would you take the challenge?
Would you take the chance, even?
You're the one to carry me through this storm.
You're the one I've needed.