The
heart bleeds,
for once again it is alone.
Rational
thinking
the
mind...
is
burnt.
Unkind,
burning
without
a solution.
Alone
in this lightly lit room.
I
cry, all alone.
By
myself.
With
no one to hold me.
Deep
within me,
a
love burns.
Then
came the rain
Then
came the drought.
The
love still yearns
for
nothing of the
sort
of love
it
wants.
Hungry,
desolation.
I
leave, she bleeds.
I
leave, he bleeds.
I
leave, I bleed.
Cannot
be alone
Cannot
be alone.
Without
the laughter
of
other people.
I
am swept away with
anguish,
anger and famine.
Deep
within me.
Hidden
by my smile
Expressed
by my silence.
I
cannot bear to be alone
with
my own thoughts.
They
attack my waterfall,
and
starve me
continually
The
people all around me
express
their ego.
My
Id wants to kill them all.
But
I know, they are my salvation.
To
listen
and
watch
them
laugh...
There
is happiness in the world
in
spurts for me
and
them...
Addicted
to the happiness
the
fear and pain.
I
cry inside
the
worst of all.
They
do not know
the
anguish within.
The
Prima Donna, will hold his head high,
with
pride, uncaring concern
for
those he loves.
Smiles,
laugh, talks, loves.
To
him; he will always have
someone
there.
They
are there physically.
Mentally;
they died
before
birth
But
he does love them
with
all his hatred.
He
wanted love;
not
idolization.
To
choose is his choice.
But
not in his mind.
He
yearns to be free
from
his impotent
slaves.
...back...
