

"They look like big strong hands... don't they?"
Water rolls down the skin like tiny beads..
Eyes close so that they might see.
Illum tangendo (touching him)
This sun is a star in someone else's sky
Illum tangendo (touching him)
This moon is making someone cry...
Illum tangendo (touching him)
We the people
They feed their fear with multi-colored horrors and dark sinister laughter.
Smiling at the troubled face of a sad and dying God.
Waiting for their opportunity to dine on the deity's flesh.
Rotten to the core...
The whole lot of us.
Last Resorts (Blowing the dust out of the old video games to make them playable again)
I waited for hours for a single phone call...
But kept busy all night playing "Bionic Commando"
But I kept losing life and falling into chasm's because I couldn't get you off my mind.
I try and fill my heart with Nintendo...
but it really aches for you.
And I do not know if I can handle another "Game Over" with you.
So we keep playing "Games"...
with broken remote controls.
Can't you relearn to smile?
I have taken so much from you...
and you from me.
We tear the small its of flesh from one another, till only our bones remain.
Leering at one another in skeletal blame.
Am I hurting your limited Feelings?
I keep looking for a drug, a little white pill that makes the world seem less difficult.
A drug that distorts my view and calms my crawling skin.
But they all seem to just dumb it all down.
Numb the soul for a moment..
My busy and infected mind begs and pleads for solutions.
And I just cannot except that there are none to be found.
With every breath...
With every step...
I lose touch
and lose you.
Every step is pained.
Heavy.
Every day
Every breath
Every heartbeat, sad song and whisper...
is one step closer to being alone.
to death.
Some days it makes sense.
But most days it just makes me sad.
But it really is inevitable isn't it?
And every once in a while I sit alone thinking...
Could I really be lonelier than I am now?
Every day I wake up and stand looking in the mirror,
sometimes laughing.
sometimes not laughing...
wondering why a greater power could be so damn cruel.
I am almost out of humanity.
Do I let death greet me slowly?
Step by step?
Or, go valiantly into deaths loving arms?
As a coward I may never know the answer...
Never.
Captain PirateFace