Fragile
This fragile peace is falling apart.
Why? Why did it happen this way?
Please, No...
Not like this. Not like this.
I dare not unclench my fists, my hands would betray me by shaking.
Each breath I draw is ragged and rough.
I can't hold this in. I can't hold this in.
And I don't want the world to see me, I don't think that they'd understand.
...
Close every door to me, hide all the world from me, bar all the windows, and shut out the light. Do what you want with me. Hate me and laugh at me. Darken my daytime, and torture my night. Just give me a number instead of my name, forget all about me and let me decay. I do not matter, I'm only one person. Destroy me completely and throw me away. If my life were important I would ask 'will I live or die' but I know the answers lie far from this world.
...
I'm sorry. So sorry, so sorry, so sorry.
Won't stay, can't stay, can't today.
Go away.
I miss you.
Ripping through the sticks and stones.
Stones and flowers.
Where are you? I haven't much time. Not long now. . .
Not long now . . .
These woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
Miles to go before I sleep.
Miles of black linen ripped down the seams,
when will I wake to find this a dream?
Is this a dream?
"Run."
Why? Why did it happen this way?
Please, No...
Not like this. Not like this.
I dare not unclench my fists, my hands would betray me by shaking.
Each breath I draw is ragged and rough.
I can't hold this in. I can't hold this in.
And I don't want the world to see me, I don't think that they'd understand.
...
Close every door to me, hide all the world from me, bar all the windows, and shut out the light. Do what you want with me. Hate me and laugh at me. Darken my daytime, and torture my night. Just give me a number instead of my name, forget all about me and let me decay. I do not matter, I'm only one person. Destroy me completely and throw me away. If my life were important I would ask 'will I live or die' but I know the answers lie far from this world.
...
I'm sorry. So sorry, so sorry, so sorry.
Won't stay, can't stay, can't today.
Go away.
I miss you.
Ripping through the sticks and stones.
Stones and flowers.
Where are you? I haven't much time. Not long now. . .
Not long now . . .
These woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
Miles to go before I sleep.
Miles of black linen ripped down the seams,
when will I wake to find this a dream?
Is this a dream?
"Run."