Crossing over,
no way home.
Hope has died,
left me alone.
I’ve tried
to identify with her
and I cry
as she tells me of another.
Rejected with a laugh,
feel like a fool.
Wish I could keep her away,
instead I break the only rule
I haven’t crossed.
Fucked up and lost.
Thought I could do it right,
then she turns off the light;
leaves the darkness as my friend.
Sometimes glad for such abuse,
sometimes wish it would end.
Have to tell her I’m done,
don’t have the strength to go on,
with a dream unlived and dead.
I hang on words unsaid.
With touches left unfelt.
Decide to raise a welt
upon my arm;
allow the ultimate harm,
in the place of something beautiful.
When she’s gone – will I smile?
Or nurture my regrets?
Will I always remember?
Or die trying to forget?
Never – together,
it tears me apart.
A needle in my heart.
HG – 2000-2005
