Lay there,
Still...
Rest your eyes.
Keep it in.
Don't breathe.
Lay there,
In artifical sleep...
Laced layed fingers;
Glue on your face.
She is you,
You are her...
So still.
Far away from:
Your own skin.
No movement,
Only tears...
Down my cheek.
Yesterday,
Today,
What regret or wish,
Does life seek?
To go back...
Look at your face.
One more time,
In your mind,
But your mind...
No longer,
Thinks.
Lay there...
As a beauty;
Getting her:
Artifical sleep.
I wonder,
I search,
As i think to myself...
Do you of all people,
Want this for yourself?
I wish you well,
As you lay in your bed.
Not making a sound...
Do you,
Of all people,
Want your space:
Filled,
In the ground? |
Submission Name: You of all people
