We are Crumbling, by Anathema Subscribe to rss feed for Anathema

i've kept everything away
hidden from you for so long
i have become old and outdated
ruined, so fragile, antiquity
i cannot think to speak of it
for fear of erasing everything
all of my accomplishments
have grown as cold as my attitude
but, the longer i wait
the more i hate to hide myself
so alike, in truth, i am to everything you never wanted
sometimes i am so afraid of you and judgement
and your hatred of my sensitivity
loathesome, vile insecurity
but sensibility leads me to believe you hide things, too
i feel it in my skin, beneath me
tearing from outside like the ghosts of all the lies
the ones we've told so many times
and all i can do is try to ignore the sting and sound of
tearing flesh
and breaking dreams
drawn back to the pain, itching for more
aching to be closed and rid of this
the attentive irritation, scratching at my wrist and chest
and eyes and legs and thighs and neck
bleeding until there is nothing left, but still you conjure
more
a torrent of escape that leads me nowhere
numbs for just a moment
so i can't feel you eat my heart away with your disease
lacking immediate gratification, but a willingness to
please
also lacking pain, for apathy drains memories
so we don't remember
remember? when you asked me not to cry?
Posted: 2007-02-04 18:09:02 UTC

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