Slowly I walk down the path,
Bone trees scraping the sky around me.
The bare branches a chorus of hollow voices.
Brown leaves rustle as the wind sighs.
A chill, biting as though it had teeth,
crept down my spine and across my arms.
The protection of my coat was but a flimsey piece of cloth to the depths of winter.
Faster I walk as the wind picks up,
leaves flying about me.
My hair was like writhing snakes in invisible hands.
Finally, I spot the house.
So warm it seems compared to the flimsey
garment whipping about me.
I break into a dead run, wanting only to be released from this frozen prison.
Warmth at last is mine.
Quick and shiny;
My quicksilver tomb;
Cold as a freezer;
Yet warm around me;
Encases me in invisibility;
Without it I am nothing;
With it I am everything;
Forever the junkie because of him;
He tried to enslave me;
But he lost;
Now he's here, but not in sight;
Never to see the world in color;
Only a sickly grey;
My revenge is not yet complete;
And nor is his...
Surrounded by the faithful,
whose faith is ill placed.
Choaking on the sense of futility that threatens to consume me.
Trapped by the glue of morality,
leaving me unbalanced.
Screaming at the silence
of universal conformity.
Laughing at the frozen faces of authoritative figures.
Crying at the unfairness
of the pre-packadged world.
Dreaming of a place where
trivialties don't matter.
Staring sightlessly towards an infinite horizon.
Moving soundlessly through
the bitter mounds of false hopes.
Gliding effortlessly across the barren plane of existance.
Pathetic...
That's what I'm told.
These fantasies are
Pathetic...
Why do I have them?
Why do they have to be
Pathetic...
Can't they be romantic?
Couldn't they be anything but
Pathetic...
What would he say?
Would he find me
Pathetic...
That's impossible.
There's no way he'd find me
Pathetic...
...is there?
Sitting quietly in my room,
contemplating my life,
wondering if it's worth it.
Dreaming of the perfect world
where everthing is right.
Where love is easy
and never hard to find.
I remember the past,
Relationships that sunk,
Never missing the guys,
But wishing they were another.
Never satisfied with them,
wanting always him.
Another whom I'd never meet.
Another who I see everywhere,
but have never been near.
Obsessed? Definately.
Wouldn't you be?
That is, if you were me.