Jun. 27th, 2008

gnutmeg: (dark)
I'm quietly
quietly trying to live
is my heartbeat too loud?
do my lips breath too harshly?
I'm sorry
I'll do it more quietly

I'll quietly waste away
out of your eyes
so you don't have to think of me
living so quietly I don't need to dream
is that okay?
is my existence quiet enough yet?

stepping quietly
so I don't have to wake you
no denned dragons please
just quietly moving wind in the doorway
quietly bleeding away
the darkness swallows it all
quietly

living quietly between your curtains
sunshine filtering down in quiet beams
quietly aging timbers
no leaves left to rustle
all has been ripped away, left naked
barren and raw
nothing left but to stand quietly
gnutmeg: (dark)
feeling ill
from the sheer volume of emotion
screaming through my veins
right now

dizzy and weak
with all your sensations
as I try to claim them all for myself
I've no control

toppled over
by the strength of these convictions
I can feel them fighting me
breaking bones

disastrous
my hand is scarred by my own teeth
trying to kill the monsters
hiding in my skin