Wednesday, November 2, 2011

rid dance sticks

you came to me quietly
un be coming
almost like i couldn't see you
but i knew you
long before i ever heard
your name

and in the silence that stretched before the dawn,
we danced
mainly because, neither of us, had any thing left

surrendering
to this existence
we found a rhythm
that left us, entranced

or maybe that was just me?

all is connected
i knew that
long ago
but,
how much
can you influence
the one who was lost before?

i spew my secrets in a desperate attempt of suicide
and it works, it worked,
so now who am i?

who am i?
who am i?
who am i?

nothing
everything
perpetual and nonexistent
the water and the flame

in shame, i sit, for all i wasted
before
this.



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