Confusion

Unimaginable torment
You scream in silence and pretend
That you're the good guy
And you're setting the stylish trend

But how willingly you took it
And threw it so gracefully on the ground
A worthless vitality of pressure
And your footsteps all around

Unspeakable words in whispers
The stares you could never see
Passing through an empty room
With only darkness, yes, and me

Forgetful tears of anguish
An uprising chest with exhausted air
Broken between sporadic gasps
Two singles, but once a pair

And I would fix my damaged wings
If I found them worth enough to fly
But the weakness in my body
Has taken away my effort here to try

So selfishly you cruise along
But I give in to your groveling plead
What is it you want my dear?
What on earth could you possibly need?

Unrealisticly, you call for me
Convenient for your wandering steps
Back and forth to nowhere
You pretend there's nothing left

One step forward, lead me on
Pretend importance is almost real
Make believe in a thing called passion
And leave out the way you really feel

Careful, unwanted messages
Hidden messages behind your words
I can't believe these failing eyes
And how much this nothingness does hurt

Disappearing into the night
So course and fair, so great
Feeding me with a deadening heart
My love, it's close to hate

I'm the razor, you're the blood
The blackened flesh is sliced in two
I patiently await for your comfort
But optimism is your excuse.

^ I know this poem doesn't really make much sense to anyone, but me. And that's alright. I twisted my words so carefully that no one would be able to see the real message. Sorry if you don't understand.