I have nurtured every wicked thing within me.
I have left my soul
wretched, drown and empty.
Followed modern men into the future,
fumbling for the light switch.
I am faded if I look behind me.
Dead, if I am presently
’cause I’m not how I ought to be,
but the dark is always there.
To illuminate…
To confound…
To raise you up…
Please come down…
This severed thing…
is clinging to…
Killing me…
Killing you.
Am I good enough to learn this lesson?
-No-
Am I ready yet to ask the question?
-Know-
Will I ever be able to move
faster than evolution wants me to?
I’m not afraid,
but I should be.
I guess for me
the time is long overdue.
If we’re used inappropriately
we void our warranty,
and can’t be returned
for something new.
Can I bleed with you
a little while?
Can I just sit here
and watch you smile?
Or do we have to return
to burn?
Will we ever learn?
I’m desperately grasping
in the dark
for the light switch.
I’m blind to which
would lead me home
and I don’t want to live in the dark – alone.
When the lights come on
it really hurts your eyes.
HG – 2008
