Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Breathe
6.12.04

This substance subsequently does not sustain
Satisfying briefly
But the starvation lasts
These precedented, unrequited, simplistic sayings
They only prevail with the twisted spirits
Overtaken- and left for nothing

I don’t want to die
These inane ramblings- less intellecutal than I would have hoped
They won’t rescue me then
And I don’t want to die

But I cannot breathe
Within this embrace...
I cannot breathe
Within this dream...
Where I am more than I ever was
More than I’ll ever be
As I wallow within myself
You must know I cannot breathe

Reach beneath the pool of darkness
There I rest- disclosed by doubt
A touch of your hand-
A drop of your tears
On and on, oh how the heartbeat sounds...

Rescue me...
Rescue me, now...

<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]
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