More Mind-Treason

by Daniel Alexander   Nov 4, 2005


More free thought flowing from the corners of my mind
How I long to kiss her tragedy though my cells might rebel and cut ice picks to the surface of my skin
Where has my savior gone to die?
In to the ocean of reminiscence where the harsh words from sharp tongues split me open for you to see the strings to pick and tear apart all those pieces of my heart that I have left in plain view
Today, the sky should open and rain down acid compassion
I want to shed this skin and dawn one that is more appealing to angels and demons alike
I want to move with the flow, painted as the prettiest picture with a visage of cold emotion
But these are just my forlorn and petty dreams gathered up in times of introspection when I can do nothing, but dream in words
"If some god were to remake me"
Say my thoughts
"I hope it would not remake me such a bleeding joke"
I've stained my pillow with clear tears nights that I've spent thinking on it
And it will be all I may ever do

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