So many ways that I could put this nicely
and yet only the cruel rush past
in this tangled dissaray of thought
that I haven't been able to shake
since last night.
Nothing is better
than a nightmare
to make you happy
to be awake.
Nothing is better
than the comfort
of knowing
that you haven't been
and won't be
touched
the ways that make you squirm
and wake up sweating cold
at night.
Since when was
sacrifice
a bad thing...
Since when was
love
to be feared.
So many ways to put this nice
yet still
the only thought
that rings clear through my mind
through MY world
is to run...
run hard, don't stop
till all the gates are closed
and all the doors are locked tight
behind me.
And I am awake,
with no chance
of closing my eyes
and ever seeing you again. |