This is where you will find me exposed, angry, embarrassing, plaintive, childish, inane, blemished, bemused and broken. Why do I invite you in? To drink your wine. To share your bed. To paint your walls. To touch your skin. To crack your shell. To steal your eyes. And return them open. To invade your prayers. To increase your song. To expose you to my madness and promise. To pour oil and wine on your wounds. To fail in all the above endeavors. Now it’s your turn.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
You don’t understand, do you?
I don't know what I can do to reach you.
I don't know what song I can sing to awake you.
I can die for you, but you wouldn't mourn.
I can dance the dance of madness, but you'd only scorn.
I can cry for you, but you'd only turn to stone.
You don't see, you don't see, the gift that I offer.
You only see the cost, and what may be your loss.
You really won't loose anything that matters.
I don't want to loose you.
Do you see? Do you hear?
Don't turn away again. It's not that late.
To catch the fire that consumes me.
We can burn together. I've still got plenty of heat to give.
Be brave. Be a flame. It dosn't hurt. It liberates.
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