Dawning Creations

Normal brittny woss 3/8/11

 

I cannot have what they have

because they make me feel I don’t deserve it.

I follow in a straight line

never breaking through the cracks

 

The line is long

it goes for quite a distance

I know you’re holding my hand

but I feel you slip a little more away each day

 

where am I going?

Should I keep on following their calls?

Is there any point to this self massacre?

The blood on my hands wont wash away.

Because all I feel is pain…

 

The knife is whet and ready.

The blood is warm and sparing

I give it for you all.

Please drink and watch me fall.

Will you remember me when …

only when things start to rumble?

the cracks that form under your feet

are made from wearing dark glasses and stone shoes.

Blind ignorance, a toll to societal exceptance.

Can’t you think of me when it all goes right?

I guess it’s just human nature….

 

I don’t mind..

I will wait forever for you to make up your mind.

I won’t scorn.

Who am I to judge as I am judged?

 

I will try repeatedly to undersand the vicious cycle.

Forgive me if I slip up.

I’m only angry because I am denied.

To be forsaken, is to know the real truth.

To be yourself is, to be accepted or be emotionally abused.

To have a clear understanding, is to break through the webs.

To tell the truth is, to face all that comes with it…

The knife is whet and getting cold from waiting.

My heart is pounding swiftly

The truth is drawing closer still.

Will you think of me when it’s over?

Will you hold me and promise me as I have you

that the cold weather will bloom warmth soon.

And the cycle will come to a close.