The rain
is just another plea
to be clean again...
and the wind-
is just another hint
that you should heed-
please,
turn around and walk away.
This black sky
echoes the anger in my blood
and Gaia cries out
as I willingly destroy
this connection-
as I shatter beauty
for simple enjoyment...
I hold
a blissful appreciation for lust,
an indescribable fear of love,
a strange sense of deja vu-
and the inane theory
that if I don't end this now
I may still find solace
in the belief-
that we will meet again.
Will there be a storm?
will there be my rage against yours?
will there be us, in a frozen moment
where recognition hits
and we are both left standing
directionless- and alone again? |