personally, I know I've never seen
a bigger silence than the one that
stretches out between us (deeper
than a universe)– but
did you really think that
wrapping yourself in cotton-wool
could render you invisible and
cut out the drilling truth of my voice?
I don’t think so; you were dreaming
you were hoping I would let you slip away
and all you mean to me would
vanish into the atmosphere.
well you’re too late to escape because
I have locked you in my heart,
you are grafted to my soul like
a parasitic twin or some kind of
semi-conscious Frankenstein, and
where do you think
could be far enough to flee
from your own self?
is not an option,
because my hands are in your heart
and my voice is in your head
and I would kill you
before I let you go.
I think I've been watching too many thrillers...Its kind of crazy and kind of crappy, but for some reason I liked it, so if any of you see anything I should do to polish it up I'd appreciate it. Cheers!