Heh.
If you thought you knew the fires that burned
Deep within the recesses of my mind
And if you thought you knew the flames licking your wounds,
Then you aren’t truly aware
Of that which I am about to say.
It’s a shame that you cannot pay attention
Or that you refuse
Or you recluse
And disappear like a thought drifting through my dreams
One big conglomeration of people
Huddled together for safety
And not even watching each other.
I feel the need to start to rhyme
It gives this poem a flow, a sense of time
Because now your mind has become aware
Become attached and now to stare
Down the annals of your heart’s history
Study the paths and the trappings
But don’t give in to the sickness.
Rage against the dying of the light
The flames and the beauty you seek
The meek shall inherit shit, really -
So clouded by their own judgments
By their own fallacies.
What do you REALLY want to know?
Do you want to know me?
Do you want to fuck me?
Fuck with my mind?
Fuck my heart?
Thought so.
No clue.
What?
Reverse.
Pins and needles.
An explosion like you’ve never seen.
I’ll come down on you in unimaginable slight.
You’ve never seen fright like this -
Unless you know what it is like to stare your fears in the face,
like nightmares and horrors few conceivably conceive.
If you were really paying attention
You’d know this wasn’t about you
Or her
Or him
Or they.
But us.
Stop lying to yourself, I’d say.
You can lie to me all you want,
But beating yourself up is so much easier, isn’t it?
Chris
~6 Dec 05~
