sick muse.

all afternoon,
with fates and minds
as malleable as clay.
within this fish tank,
you've no choice
but to come back around.
i've been meaning
to ask why i wonder
about this twisted string.
you had no hand in
placing it where it is.
and the danger, danger
found under our feet.
where do the ends meet?

when i'm done here,
i pray i'm allowed to be remembered.
i hope i'm allowed to take
my dreams and aspirations
and let them go in the wind.
allow my mind to travel
in outer space,
where it belongs every day.
when forever, fame is lost,
i'll be forgotten,
and i'll be done here.
and allow me
to take my leave.
for i'm one, funny thing,
to've seen.
those pearls you keep
can never touch your heart,
but they can save
your life.


i'm changing records,
and changing flights.
i pray the rain doesn't follow.
this beetle shell
has become my hell.
and allow me to take
my leave.
dropping curtains,
i never faked a smile,
but i know what it's like.
i took that burden,
and i loved every moment.
when the tea party allows,
my hat is off to you.
i love you, i do.
and allow me to take
my leave.

i no longer crave
the colors you gave me.
the colors of your eyes.
no creature has saved me.
now i require hatred and
destruction.
cart-carried,
and longing.
this string, twisted as i allow,
haunts my thoughts.
it hides under my pillow,
where i keep your lies.
i've changed,
and allow me to take my leave.

we are not the same.