| Slick, metallic disappearing from me. Caught red handed. You look forlorn. Its not your heart that’s pushing Not your veins that are greedily gulping Not your wrist that is steadily pouring Forget me I was nothing to begin with And I am nothing to end with So leave I am tired of this endless watching Endless staring Constant glaring Your eyes slice cut Forage A path to my soul Its unwanted this help If I had wanted it I would have cried out Would have asked I didn’t Don’t assume the words are just left not whispered Left unheard I screamed I shouted and you , your just to late My voice is dead So no I am not silently praying Silently hoping for a savior Turn your eyes Sick of this torture You look at me with disgust For my apparent lack of strength. My total lack of trying Mirrored In that slick metallic cold. Reflections. |