Open WoundI wonder if they knowI wonder if they see This open wound... This angry fire that eats away at my soul... Such a lonely prison... My soul... Trapped in a diamond Contained in an unbreakable cell... No longer belonging to me... It's no longer mine. Part of it is His... I love Him so. Part of it drifts... Hoping for a resting place. Part of it weeps... Sold or traded at this auction Or that... Either dead or enslaved. So what does that leave me? Empty... Longing... Dreaming... Of a long, painless sleep... Of a time when there is no time... Of a chance to rest my helplessness In someone's gentle arms... Someone who won't condemn Who will let me run wild And catch me when I fall... Someone whose eyes see past the walls Through the veils Around the barriers And accepts the crumbling stamina The pointless morals The amnesia-like dream walks And loves me... Someone I don't hurt with my every move And betray every time I can Someone who, obviously, doesn't exist Except in my dreams... In those short, painful dreams When I wake, and the tears fall The dreams I'd rather not have... The ones I would not miss In that long, dark, dreamless sleep... In that empty foreverness of death... Rest, at last... Sleep... Where the pain that They don't know They don't see The open wound Dulls to a low ache, And fades... And I shall never feel it again... Copyright 2003 Anaildubh |