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The Coward Saves Nothing
Gun to my head and I can only relish the thought yet again.
I blink twice and count down from this miserable ten.
There's so much to do, so much to mean, but I can't say.
I can't say that I love these conversations everyday.
~ 10 minutes before I go ~
Insanity leaks through my eyes and filters the world,
The death and decay and pain make me want to hurl.
I can't find a hand to guide me through this maze,
The eyes of the people are soulless and dazed.
~ 9 handshakes and smiles for show ~
There's walls closing in, this grin grips my face,
Shall I give in? I know that this is no place.
No place for someone as weak as me, I wish I could run,
Run straight where I want to be, my head against a gun.
~ 8 solitary thoughts to stow ~
Maybe this world will just give up on me,
Oh, that would be so pleasurable, to be free.
But free of what? Surely there are still chains to bind,
Bind me to this sinking ship we all call my mind.
~ 7 highfives and they don't know ~
But who would ever know what is in this head of mine?
A poetic monologue, a play so-to-speak, of killing time.
I don't know what's left, right, or wrong?
Shouldn't the bird only think of singing its song?
~ 6 bleary scenes that flow ~
Flow into an existence lives to kill it's own,
Is this called overstepping one's boundaries on loan?
I am no bird, whatever this cage wants me to believe,
I am no bird because I will never be free.
~ 5 lines to throw ~
To the wind and sink to the earth, the water, and fire.
Clipped wings are scars on my heart that burns with no desire.
No desire to actually live, to move, but still it does,
Not knowing why, just because.
~ 4 heart beats buried in snow ~
I need to stop asking questions, I myself know I
Don't want to find the answer, but it hurts to lie.
To lie to myself and everyone else, and suppress.
Suppress something that could be mine, just to impress.
~ 3 moments and I watch below ~
My heart is stone, I put it in a jar and threw it to the sea
It could probably take better care of it than me.
Leave behind a pair of foot prints, breathe in,
This is all that's left for me, sand scarred like my skin.
~ 2 blinks and I look back on long ago ~
This land is a land for only the cunning and the sly,
I can't even pull apart fingers for the game, nor hurt a fly.
Okay, probably could kill a fly, but the coward saves nothing.
There will be a time when I need a king.
~ 1 word left to say so, ~
Goodbye
Published 22nd Nov 2014
| Edited 11th Jan 2015
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