"You have this look in your eyes, as though a dark storm
came through your life and left a black desolate waste."
And that's what he said to me.
Even the stranger sees what I can't.
I'm falling from my own life it's not today,
it's not yesterday it's nothing that happened recently
it's the thinking about all the years
I've spent in inner turmoil that makes my eye shine something dark.
"You have this presence about you as though the world upon your shoulders is everything you've ever dreamed would crush you beneath it."
And that's what he said to me even the passer-by sees what I can't...
I'm dying inside myself it's not today, it's not this week
it's not anything recently it's the thinking about all the days I've spent bloodied and crying the moments of destruction that makes my body reflect this pain.
"You have this way of speaking as though life handed you a book of the saddest tales ever seen by man of this world."
And that's what he said to me.

~ 7 ~