Taken Treaded Paths
I could easily,
Write about
These lonely nights
Spent alone,
Like every other bad writer.
So spare me a minute of your time.
I swear it will take me at least a lifetime
To pour out
What's... inside.
Everything.
Is only one button away.
One entire... second.
It's only... one... entire second.
A self induced weight has been placed
On the back of those who want
To carry it.
I wait, for, a glance.
Anyone. Anyone?
Repeated, over these fabricated lives
Are words that only mean something
In the context of my own dark head.
Those eyes and withered body of yours
Scream louder than any voice
Could ever muster
