Shrift

Rocking...

I wait.
To keep from drifting I cling to this book.
Are you ready to hear this?
I've been sitting like this for far too long.
(I can't feel anymore.)
I've lost all five of my best friends
And not because of overuse.
(I'm afraid of that.)
But un-exposure
the Elements stole them
And when they pleaded with me I turned my back
I couldn't see their tears
I couldn't hear their last efforts
Their odor went unnoticed
Their grasp wasn't strong enough to leave an impression.

I couldn't taste their blood in my mouth.

Will you save me now?
Look what I've done.
Murder.

I don't want to hear it anymore.
The moaning of my own will
It's weak and I hate it.
I hate it.
So what do I do?
I turn up the screaming
Pour a few more
And finally my will is dead.
Exactly where I wanted to be.

So this is it.
Make me care again.
I dare you.
But it's like everytime I open up to you
...I don't know.

I don't understand why you sent Him.
Who did you think would care?
Don't get it wrong.
People care.
Just the wrong ones.
Posers and rapists.
...then again look whose talking.

So much death
Is this what you wanted?
In this world where a virgin doesn't mean pure anymore?
And family doesn't mean for keeps?

The music just got louder.

The inebriation is coming to me now
And it feels...

It doesn't.


Where are you?