Thursday, November 15, 2007

It happened



I grew tired of being less human
I just wanted to take you with me
How could this struggle have meaning
If I was only doing it for me
And the beginning looked like more of the same again
But now I wanted you to play the coal
While I played the flame

The prescription had set to far in
From where I was floating
It appeared you could not swim
And my unrequested instruction
Was only an imposition
I never meant to threaten
You wanted nothing to do with liberation

We were suffocating in our own possessions
We no longer were
We just had

Our necrophilia had some how seeped
Out of our dreams
Become a part of our needs
The way we devoured death quietly and together
In late night bedrooms and stained sheets
Looked like we knew what we were doing
But no one was watching

This was no longer about them
This was about you and me
Your name was Billy

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