I'm not sure
if I am to blame
or if life has dragged
the us down
Have I told you
about the lead ballons
Even as they weigh down my hands
my heart soars
even as the tears
collect and settle at the edges of my eyes
I still feel alright
I pitty the fool
in me
I over extend my hands
to make sure they are open
to release
as well as recieve
I let go
and pray to have the strength
to walk away
I dare not look back
I fear turning into salt
Silence for right now
is my comfort and my kin
uncertainty is deft at
cutting the fat feelings
from the lean meat
of reality
which I shall marinate in a sweet red
A bloody hell seems
to be my purgatory
filled til I'm gurgling and choking in it
What can I say of you
outside of the fact
you are captive of your own heart
and you threw the keys
to those who don't care
Why look up to heaven
If it is somewhere inside me
I need I directions
because I need..
It's that simple
I need
and only heaven can provide the balm.
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