This is my Despair
Sometimes it gets harder
to dream about plans
I want you to be all
When I say "It seems that"
I mean "It feels like..."
I don't wish pain on you
I am wishing for something to come true
to prove me psychic and all-powerful
cannot understand me
cannot expect you to
Die imaginary love!
Damn the happiness it brang!
Because it was all fake;
And it is just me hurting myself.
A figurative knife in my arm,
savoring the flesh as it
tears and breaks open
delicious pain and sorrow
felt as tears fall
liquid salt on an open wound
which I dug myself
like a grave for the living.
October 23rd, 2004
