I’ve been staring at you for so long,
you seem to have lost your legs.
I want you to walk away,
because I’m me and you’re you.
You know yourself too well to end up with someone like me,
who knows nothing.
I don’t know myself.
Or maybe I do.
Perhaps that’s why I can’t bring myself to speak,
when you enter a room.
I torture myself,
it’s just something I do.
I’ve disappointed you.
You avert your eyes,
as though they can pierce you with theirs.
Because you know they can.
Because then you’d have a hard time feeling self-righteous. You’d kick yourself for walking by.
Is that ego really so important?
We rise to the visions that others project,
falling to the ones that no one wants to see.
Are you afraid,
of the games your god played?
Of the red death,
a savior made of meth?
Are you bothered,
disturbed by your brother’s conquest?
By the collared snake,
wrapped around your lover’s throat?
Are you deaf,
falling inside the abyss of your own head.
Can you hear me?
What did the word of god decree?
More like the devil.
Under the water,
we feel so alone.
Sorrow seeps from our pores,
The darkness swallows us,
and we let it.