Buried alive and breathing now
Lights go low and the time slips away. Warmth embraces me as the memories of gathered tightly hold me clear.
The night unfolds and here I lay without a breath to linger inside my lungs. Just shallow death clings.
Though the night when I left your arms I was loved. Clinging to the underlining hope of escaping. Yet the mind holds secrets that the heart will never know.
The right smile and the right words say nothing amongst the actions of cold. In throws of heat the ways of life said yes. The moments of long conversations spelled out laughter. Played upon emotions and decreased the need to let go.
Then the rolling of the storm came knocking. Racking all that was significant to the shoreline. For clarity the mind held back. Yet somewhere the mood of the eyes turned black.
The hellos of my mornings became those of the thunder clapping above my head. Soon the slices that raped my bone of flesh.
Oh how I longed to be what once was important. How I hoped to still impress. Though now the grass grows tall around me. The long time running has found me bare.
Stone again white ragged bone. Muscles torn and decaying. I linger here for all to search for me.
I cried that day you said I could never leave. I hoped that the way you craved her, would be my allowances to be set free.
Though the shackles that laid me down, the ropes that bound my limbs and the black, dark nylon that clings to my lips I still hung on. Then the gravel, the dirt I inhaled until no air was left.
My eyes stolen to the darkness. Staring out at you until I was frozen. Gone.
Today you thought I died. Today I ran from you. I let you bury me. I left your space uncovered. Allowing the image of blood everywhere.
Yet today I scared you into believing you were dead.
My blue eyes pierced you thoroughly as I walked away freely. Breathing. Living. Watching as the police cuffed you for my birth into the darkness.
Thank you for setting me free.
The night unfolds and here I lay without a breath to linger inside my lungs. Just shallow death clings.
Though the night when I left your arms I was loved. Clinging to the underlining hope of escaping. Yet the mind holds secrets that the heart will never know.
The right smile and the right words say nothing amongst the actions of cold. In throws of heat the ways of life said yes. The moments of long conversations spelled out laughter. Played upon emotions and decreased the need to let go.
Then the rolling of the storm came knocking. Racking all that was significant to the shoreline. For clarity the mind held back. Yet somewhere the mood of the eyes turned black.
The hellos of my mornings became those of the thunder clapping above my head. Soon the slices that raped my bone of flesh.
Oh how I longed to be what once was important. How I hoped to still impress. Though now the grass grows tall around me. The long time running has found me bare.
Stone again white ragged bone. Muscles torn and decaying. I linger here for all to search for me.
I cried that day you said I could never leave. I hoped that the way you craved her, would be my allowances to be set free.
Though the shackles that laid me down, the ropes that bound my limbs and the black, dark nylon that clings to my lips I still hung on. Then the gravel, the dirt I inhaled until no air was left.
My eyes stolen to the darkness. Staring out at you until I was frozen. Gone.
Today you thought I died. Today I ran from you. I let you bury me. I left your space uncovered. Allowing the image of blood everywhere.
Yet today I scared you into believing you were dead.
My blue eyes pierced you thoroughly as I walked away freely. Breathing. Living. Watching as the police cuffed you for my birth into the darkness.
Thank you for setting me free.
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