the weight

the weight of previous occasions have drained me dry
each rattling breath takes in deeper the poisen
my eyes flutter and i stutter
as the anvil of my thoughts crashes on my mind
empty silence echoes throughout the halls of my dreams
each door locked
each window wide open
another haunting scream and another passionate moment
each though wreathed in sadness
but still, still
smiling and laughing; despite the chains that weigh me down
am i the victim of yet another cloudless day?
the heat draws me deeper still.
i long for the heavy rainfall and the bittersweet cold
for the nights of seeing breath
for the days of endless trees
here i stand
tettering on the edge of fallness
but there is no need for me to call out to you-
no need to ask for desperate help
alone is what i was; but now i know
i was never alone
each truth blooms like daffodils
and my anvil slowly lifts from my mind as the startling thought evokes.
come faith, I'm dying slowly.
in many ways im the burden that divides us from the light.
in many ways you are the halo that keeps my spirit alive.
in my dreams you're always there, but just out of reach.
so i sigh and hold these revalations close
these words are all i have left tonight
but still, still time cannot heal what days have left
and what nights have become.
another dizzying drop of pain
another breath-taking drop of fire.
through the looking glass i stare-
watching and wondering and waiting
for the right moment to dissapear
but tonight there wil be no lies
each dream connects and reveals
and tangles each moment into one continous stream
i wish i could explain and refrain myself from showing you these things
i wish i could sew my mouth shut so you couldnt hear me scream.
but ive watched you change and the world fly by
and each monotone thud of the clock
has me biting my comments and chewing my fingernails.
restless for the dau when i can finally hold you in my arms.
but still i long for the heavy rainfall, and tired of the echoes of my footsteps in the halls of my dreams-

face pressed against the looking glass,begging to be allowed
such a sweet contemplation;
to sink through the mirror and find out whats on the other side.

by meltedsnowman
posted on 11/03/2009