| Counting
everything is in the same place as it always is maybe a few shufflings this is the moment that counts i turned and faced that wall when you rose up and offered me words that cut open my heart i raged and made you listen to my bloodied voice i am ashamed of myself but you didn't listen, you can't you are trapped with steeled eyes and a head full of nightmares and i pray often you will see yourself for what you are the light of my eyes dimmed by your angst... ~shalome |