[Processed Tragedy of Defeat]
I look at you
[So undeniably clear and hollow]
and I see the funeral still dancing
around your soul, you’re still
burying that dead romance that
fled into the hills long ago
What more do you want?
I see the lights of your eyes
sliding by like the lights of passing ships
[So cold floating on the stagnant ocean
of Bermuda]
Where do you see me?
Lost in control but seizing every obscure
opportunity to make your life miserable?
Waking up to the heavy breathing on the
other end of the line? [I know it was you]
Silk photographs of our ever-cherished love
have fallen apart in your hands…
What more do you want?
[Don’t let the doubt in your mind
fail your strength, ending like Samson]
Taking the time to test our
commitment to each other
you ran off to blind your eyes
with that ethereal blade of uncertainty
Was it me, or was it you
that bent your angelic halo forevermore…?
t.seymour
12.13.2002