Epic Poem pt. 6
I Love How You Hate Me (con't)
I'll let this catharsis
Wash over me,
And see what happens.
If blood makes you clean,
Then I will live filthy.
Mistakes will be made.
Nothing else is certain.
The windows are burning green,
And these tired eyes
Are aching to see them.
This hot bed
Is fortified against sleep.
He swelters here
In the pre-dawn hours,
Unable to close his eyes,
And let sleep come.
Unable to relax.
A thousand thoughts speed
Through his mind.
He can't push them out,
Or even focus on a single one.
What the use
In waking up
When it's still after dark?
I'll stay in bed 'til noon.
There's no need
For me to stir.
No one's itching
To see me.
No one's dying
To hear my voice.
I am only myself.
I have only myself.
That's all I can hope for.
(to be continued...)
I'll let this catharsis
Wash over me,
And see what happens.
If blood makes you clean,
Then I will live filthy.
Mistakes will be made.
Nothing else is certain.
The windows are burning green,
And these tired eyes
Are aching to see them.
This hot bed
Is fortified against sleep.
He swelters here
In the pre-dawn hours,
Unable to close his eyes,
And let sleep come.
Unable to relax.
A thousand thoughts speed
Through his mind.
He can't push them out,
Or even focus on a single one.
What the use
In waking up
When it's still after dark?
I'll stay in bed 'til noon.
There's no need
For me to stir.
No one's itching
To see me.
No one's dying
To hear my voice.
I am only myself.
I have only myself.
That's all I can hope for.
(to be continued...)