I need to give up the ghost tonight,
and as the hopelessness comes crashing down
my ankles are awash in the blood
I have always refused to bleed.
The truth of what I have become
and the truth of what I need to say
is the silence
that splits my ears,
dividing the heart within me
burning the pain of my soul.
And this word-fight,
this desperate cry I offer to the game
is nothing but vanity.
A futile attempt at redemption.
but it is what I do to survive,
it is what I do to live a life that IS worth grasping
and sucking dry....
a life I decided to want Today/Tonight/Right Now.
"These poems, they are things that I do
in the dark, reaching for you...whoever you are
and are you ready?"