Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
High
3.04.05
Deceit, pound down, beat down on me
And wonder in your insignificance if it all matters
Receiving this pain, your hands can’t quite grasp
The root of the discomfort, the seed and its gravitational pull
Questioning and calling, your blood-stained fingertips
Still don’t create the relaxation you’re searching for
Beyond the high
And the height of this stupidity, this desperate tranquility
Measured and weighted by every second of silence
It can’t be understood, translated a thousand times and more
Lost within the comprehension of fools, in which who the origin lies
Lie down beside the pain
Take it in your arms, and peel back one more grimace with one more smile
You’re chipping away, falling away, breaking away
While the silence explodes around you
Dreaming and stumbling, your blood-stained lips
Still don’t relax this creation you were dying to live for
Beyond the jumbled words, beyond the misunderstandings
And you’re still so high, god, you’re so high.
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]