To be me?? One might quiver at the thought of that. Just as the one Greek God sentenced to hold the earth upon his back, it would be just a sentence. A long punishment for something you're not quite sure even happened. For all the forces against the idea of me, and you want to walk a few steps in my shoes? Can't you see the slow, mechanical destructuring of my path. One can never tell which way is up in my world. Yet you still choose to ask of me?? For once, I slip on the shoes of another. And I see. Or don't see. And then the lightbulb illuminates...... Perception is always someone else's reality.
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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