where the wild flowers grow
Time slips by and I haven't
measured out how far my sight can
I can't be saved.
Tame my thoughts so crimson licking,
double ended tongue, I curse..for my
Lashing, thrashing - enveloped in what you called
I sat beneath a tree and by it's spirit..
and so far, solitude is a walk I'd rather go alone.
Still, my words cause great
infliction, though I've found my place.
My ever present echo
grows around you, unaware of the pain.
I remain like a sympathetic ghost..
My eyes melt in the pearls of your perfection..
And I could no longer live through
I have no hope.
Today, I'd rather go