Protect me from yourself
The only thing we can grasp as absolute truth is the present. The Gestalt: this eternal instant. We distort the shapeless future; we exaggerate and rationalize the past. We ravage the rotting carcass of our histories until they are bald and toothless fictions, as harmless as possible. We say things that come out fractured and end up meaning something else.
Recently, I've found the key to my own past. It has now been uncovered, once rusted by the pressure of a granite hard unconscious that mercilessly threatens to eat me live, whole and endlessly screaming. This angel-haired savior who discovered it again comes not from the Citadel of Gabriel, the province where all fear have been lain to rest. She comes from this very Earth, this ground beneath us that I've been yearning to escape from ever since I could remember.
Her plump lips and azure eyes that glistened like a sun-kissed ocean awakened my moribund spirit, crushed by the expectations of all, pummeled by my own self-loathing. How to thank her is not within me. Gratitude for this act escapes my purview - it lies somewhere far beyond. In my confusion, my psyche flails in a thrashing curse. Do I take a blade and sever myself from this siren I so desire? Can I bear to watch my walls of contentment and love fall like soldiers, destined to march into a bloodied killing field? Or do I hang on, clinging like a child to his mother, hoping my love can breathe life into a corpse stained by the teeth of time, when the shimmer in those beautiful eyes match the gaze of a much better man than I.
I guess I won't have to wait too long to find out. I'll be a fool resting my being upon you, and I'll think I always will be.
they say your love is a fog
that disappears as the wind changes
but mine will stay as stone
if yours does
Recently, I've found the key to my own past. It has now been uncovered, once rusted by the pressure of a granite hard unconscious that mercilessly threatens to eat me live, whole and endlessly screaming. This angel-haired savior who discovered it again comes not from the Citadel of Gabriel, the province where all fear have been lain to rest. She comes from this very Earth, this ground beneath us that I've been yearning to escape from ever since I could remember.
Her plump lips and azure eyes that glistened like a sun-kissed ocean awakened my moribund spirit, crushed by the expectations of all, pummeled by my own self-loathing. How to thank her is not within me. Gratitude for this act escapes my purview - it lies somewhere far beyond. In my confusion, my psyche flails in a thrashing curse. Do I take a blade and sever myself from this siren I so desire? Can I bear to watch my walls of contentment and love fall like soldiers, destined to march into a bloodied killing field? Or do I hang on, clinging like a child to his mother, hoping my love can breathe life into a corpse stained by the teeth of time, when the shimmer in those beautiful eyes match the gaze of a much better man than I.
I guess I won't have to wait too long to find out. I'll be a fool resting my being upon you, and I'll think I always will be.
they say your love is a fog
that disappears as the wind changes
but mine will stay as stone
if yours does