a monolog in two voices
What is it you want
(you are shapeless now)
Would you be sad if you knew
(I don`t think you would)
Everything is a symbol to you
(used symbols)
(you have got no unknown)
Only your own garbage can be explained
You do not even sense me looking at you
(even though it`s forced)
I am evil
Evil because I remove your peace
(evil because I know that I remove your peace)
Evil because I use your symbols to explain my disgust for you
(evil because you smile even when you don`t exist)
So evil I could have killed you in your sleep
(No , not that evil , because I only leave you)
This is how I leave
This is when despair enters
Despair enters as I leave you
-not noticing the separation
-maybe because there is none
There is no separation!
This is the way anxiety rapes the hate
(leaves hate soiled and crying in a dark alley)
The contours of steps is all that is left
and you of course
no longer shapeless
I can vividly see you!
everything left of me,
is this.
Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-04-09 at 21:09
Tags Despair
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this is how I leave
What is it you want
(you are shapeless now)
Would you be sad if you knew
(I don`t think you would)
Everything is a symbol to you
(used symbols)
(you have got no unknown)
Only your own garbage can be explained
You do not even sense me looking at you
(even though it`s forced)
I am evil
Evil because I remove your peace
(evil because I know that I remove your peace)
Evil because I use your symbols to explain my disgust for you
(evil because you smile even when you don`t exist)
So evil I could have killed you in your sleep
(No , not that evil , because I only leave you)
This is how I leave
This is when despair enters
Despair enters as I leave you
-not noticing the separation
-maybe because there is none
There is no separation!
This is the way anxiety rapes the hate
(leaves hate soiled and crying in a dark alley)
The contours of steps is all that is left
and you of course
no longer shapeless
I can vividly see you!
everything left of me,
is this.
Poetry by Lourdes
Read 686 times
Written on 2006-04-09 at 21:09
Tags Despair
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