You tell me to never look back
But no matter where I look,
I cannot escape this pain.
Why must I make up for your mistakes,
I can't even make up for my own.
I try so hard to make things better
But my efforts decay into nothing.
Every ounce of interpretation
Cuts deeper than any depth of flesh,
Slicing through the invisible,
Penetrating the rawest of emotions.
Is all of this really necessary?
Relinquish the fight even though
The war has been won,
Because the countless losses can't be overcome.
This pain stretches farther
Than the farthest stars in the sky,
Yet somehow it seems to compress itself...
Bound in your head
With invisible limits which it seems to surpass.
You feel so ready,
Yet so unprepared.
You feel like you've been here before,
Yet everything seems new.
What's the point?
You're indifferent and cold.
You've lost all hope,
And now you only wish to be left alone.
What a beautiful bed of swords
Your flesh has fallen into.

- June 19, 2005 @ 5:58 pm
 
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