With nothing to keep me company but my thoughts,
My thoughts that circle like carrion birds
Ready to sink their rotting beaks into my soul...
And I can't seem to fight the silence
Of the nothingness that I am floating in,
And I return to you as in a dream,
Effortlessly and thirsty for one more fantasy.
There's silence here still, and I am worried...
Because there's nothing scarier than all the words unsaid
By you, by me, by either one of us...
Words sitting sharply on the tip of my tongue
Ready to slice like razor blades
Through all that I'm too terrified to say.
There's so much fear that courses through my veins,
Pulling at my seams unraveling...
But it's just me and the silence of the clock...
Never moving forward and never moving back...
Tick tock. Tick. Tock.
No comments:
Post a Comment