Pulse

The pulse of sanity
has stopped
it's no fun
dangling on a string
i'm a puppet
and the voices move my strings
will you save me from my head
from the face
that haunts me...
in the mirror
the silence just keeps on rolling
and laughing
and i can't hear it--
i'm hungry for some life
a lifeline
let me hold onto you
so I don't drown in my own tears.
The mirror lied and broke my face
and now i'm cleansed
forever numb
blowing with the wind
and the breeze
eternal utopia
is where i'm going
where no one can hurt me
ever again
and the rain knows my name
and there no more tears to drown in
and i am free
perfectly imperfect
a little crazy
twisted
but still whole.



Copyright 1999 by Erin D. Conroy. All rights reserved.