And I Am SorryMistake after mistake I madelike a psychopath, a maniac,like the woman I amin my mind. I ruined my chances,and now deal with the ruins,floating debrisin my mind.Blunder after blunder I madelike a sociopath, a lunatic,like the girl I aminside.I destroyed my shot,and now live with the wreckage,the rubblein my brain.I cannot denyat the time, it felt right.It felt correct, and like thingswould work out.But now I see,after numerous aberrations and errors,you are no longer mine.And I am sorry.
Phantom LimbI feel an itch,a tickle, a stirring,from a leg that I don't have.I feel a tremble,a pain, a rumble,From a non-existent place.I have no legs.No arms, feet.No hands with whichTo grab holdOf the tangible,The existing, the legitimate.They have been cut,Removed, and dismemberedAway from my lifeless, pulsing eyes.The eyes that move yet,Flicker, and focus,On the realAnd the imperfect.Yet the tremble, the pain,The non-existent rumbleTears ruthlessly at my eyes.It makes me seeThe depths of thatWhich isn't there.But it's thereIn my mind:The Phantom LimbWhich I cannot leaveBehind.The Phanto
Aligned IntentionsMy intentions are goodWhen compared to the bad-The stupid, unwilled, andUnfocused.Previously unaligned,the good aligns with the badAgainst the stupid, unwilled,andUnfocused.My arguments now strayAnd light and dark combine to grayAs I struggle to addSome color.The blue is my life,The blue is my love,But one can not make blueUsing only one color - gray.
The DisguiseStill here I sitAlone at nightAnd think of allOur time now spent.What could I have doneTo prevent this mess?To leave the placeUnharmed?I do not knowWhat could have been doneOr what I canDo now,But to this dayI lay awakeAnd ponder my pastAnd future.I plan my mask-My great disguise-To ensure that nobodyWill know.For if they knowThe things I knowThey'll make their ownDisguise.They'll hide from meAnd my darkened dreamsBehind a tanClay mask.