January 07, 2003

day swallow

day swallow night, night swallow day
and the ocean that i am covers all your pain.
line by line you linger
in a state that no longer holds the wonders it once did
for you
you exist in daydreams
walk in them as though they were your reality.
but,
you belong with those brightly colored birds
twiting and fluttering around you,
(hearts as small n fast as humming birds)
to excited to stop,
and to wound up to settle down into what you need.
you will never locate what you want.
not today,
not at 4:15am on a tuesday,
not two days out on a binge
with no sleep to calm your nerves.
you can't fill, when you're empty of it all
and
you know it's not coming soon, cause you'd do anything
to sleep. ease to know when your eyes will close
and not see the bruised hearts of all the people you have tried to be.
you've been held up
in that house for far to long.
it's growing hard to find the line where you crossed over,
and where you come back to.
you can find anything you want (down at the Italian mall)
if you knew what you are looking for.
(the skulls on your fingers have weighed you down for just so long)
and somehow you wonder how you're still not dead.
you're being watched,
on your nights, through out your days
and you just might find 'forgiveness' for everything,
if you looked it in the face.
but you haven't
so peace hasn't come yet,
but it will. if you ask.

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