Slowly Moving at the Speed of LightWith the speed that you addTo this growing... thing?I'm unsure whetherI'm moving forwards or backwards. You move so slowlyFor moving at the speed of light,But I'm still not sure,And I'll never be positive.
HandsI think of your hands,So soft yet rough from the sea.The grains of your palmWere so lovely in caress.Your knuckles had the potentialTo break down a thousand walls,But you're so gentle with me,And I feel impressed rather than afraid.My hands are so little,And can not hold but a pound.They're soft yet quite brittle,But are so sure when they pick up the phoneUntil they see the torn phone line...
Love Letters to the Dead (III)For so many months we waited,But, in an instant, you were gone.
Love Letters to the Dead (II)you can write to meall that you wantbut i can not respondyou can talk to mefor hours on endand all i can do is whisperyou can stare at mefrom any distancebut in "bliss" i turn awayyour letters do nothingto ease the painor the anger that floods in meyour words are meaninglessbecause i am ignorantand wish to leave you behindyour stares fail tooppress me becausei pretend like i don't see youi am a corpsewith a body that refusesto decompose and leave me bethere is no spiritleft within me to reactto your constant bothering.you are writing and talking and staringat a dead bodyso i suggest you move on with your life.
Love Letters to the Dead (I)I'd love to stayWith you forever.Please take my handAnd bring me with you.I want to layWhere, for years, you've laid,And will lay forever more.I so desireTo be with you, dears,But not where I currently reside.So take me with youAnd let me moveTo bigger and better things.Because I don't think ICan take this anymore,And I that youAre the only onesThat can take this pain away.
Paranoia, I Think?You use me for your pleasureAnd continue on your merry wayWhile here I crouch in the bathroom, alone,Staring at the lock on the door as I remove a sock.Or is it locked? I'm not sure!Let me check the damned thing again.Of course, it's locked,But I can no longer trust it.So my eyes stay lockedUpon the Dishonest Door,And my fingers shakeAs I attempt to unbutton my shirt.But what if you're lurkingSomewhere in this bathroom so small?You were quite flexible, you know.So I check in the cabinets,In the shower, and in the can.There's nobody there,So I look back to the lockOn the Door of Lies,And try to convince myself you're gone.
The BraceletI tie a braceletAround my wristsAnd you rip it from me in fear.When you don't knowWhat the diamonds stand for!The twists and turnsMean more to meThan they could ever mean to someoneThis stupid and this blinded.I only wishTo feel the beauty that the jewelsCould have possibly brought to me.You are illiterate,But I'd love to tell you the importance of the bracelet:It reads "do not treat"In elaborate and shining diamonds.
VoiceYou think my voice will comfort.You think it willBecause the pitch will be perfect,Though (shhhh) perfect doesn't exist.You throw yourself towards meTo feel the comfortThat I can not give.Because I have no more comfort to give;I don't even have any for myself.And when I part my lipsTo show my voice,You fleeAs if I lied to youWhen, really, you lied to yourself.
DreamsDreams are onlyMuted calls for help,But nobody cares to listen.Your dreams may tellWho you really are!But yours only tell you"You're ignorant".