Speak

Speak, the words fall from your lips
And so daringly you say what you feel,
But your eyes lie where your words do not.
The world could choke on your remains
And you wouldn’t move a muscle because
The world is not what you want it to be.
You’re the winner, you have to win;
Or else the world will scrawl your name
Into a piece of stone as a lost, a loser.

So gingerly you raise your hand,
So close the warmth from your fingertips
Warms my cheeks.
But you’re still far away
I can barely see you.
Or what you want, or what you do.
You’re not speaking.
No words are forming from your mind
The silence is stabbing, draining, killing.

A blame is a blame is a nameless blame.
You tried so hard to turn me around
To make me see what you saw
Through those darling eyes of your’s.
But you showed by too far in
The blood and the torture is so close
I can barely see my way out.
Never try to blame the girl who doesn’t listen,
Because she’s too busy
Staring around him.
Not you, it hasn’t been you for a long time now.

Written September 21 2005.