Thursday, July 9, 2009

Trapped

I am trapped behind the glass
the same one you spoke about
encircled by rage and anger
I will never come out
If I could carve out my eyes
and make my mind disappear
I would use the deadliest cry
and slice each of my tears
Colorless, ambiguous lies
poison me like a gas
invisibly justified
but I refuse the mask
I'd rather breathe it in
ending my misery
leaving my hopes and dreams
with you, my beloved thief
I'm burning the stripes of summer
every smile, every look
every sigh, every whisper
that "circumstance" took
My God we had our own language!
But now mute, deaf and blind
we remain torn apart by fate's rusty hook
and leave it all behind

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