July 27, 2006

  • Energy seems meaningless


    Its so easily drained


    Shall I crawl to the depths


    And sleep?


    But the voice smiling up at me is not mine


    I have no voice


    And I most wish to speak


    To express


     


    A moment


     


    Why is it always a moment?


    Is life only made of moments


    Mere singular disconected moments


    Nothing more?


    The existance of the night gave me hope


    Having escaped the unreachable


    But now I am so wary


    Of things one sided


    Drift at the slightest warning


    That my feelings lie alone


    I do not know her anyway


    But the moment...


    Fingers entwined


    Lips brushed against a cheek


    Shiver


    Just one moment against the void


    Lacking the doubt in my vocal cords


    Perhaps I am indeed trapped to written words


    By long passed wounds


    So I call against the mind-killer


    To sound a note of true desire


    That I see


    More than a moment

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