Teetering on the just instant of being and being...
Right before falling into oblivion, arms flailing...

Fluttering as you gaze,
your head cocked to the side...

I am astounded by your heroes
not in the sense of glory...

Understand
This...

It feels like I don't belong
I do not know how to explain this to you...

How can you just stand there
bear the weight of your own meaning...

I remember hate
I remember pain...

I lay back
On my back...

"Broken lips
Mouth filled with blood...

What is it
Child...

So its the wind calling
Outside these walls...

You like the picture
Thats hangs on...