stripes
As far as the eyes will let me
I see loneliness
Gnawing away at my consciousness
Tripping the switch to abject lows
Epic in proportion
Trying to reach a plateau that cant be reached
Gone is the hope
Alone are my emotions
A freak in a cage prowling back and forth
Bearing teeth at those who near
If music be the food of love I hear nothing
Deafened by the metronomic sound of silence
Destined to die in this cage of hate
Alone with everyone
Sympathetic stares
The same scarred caring arms
Extending ever closer
No closer are they to scratching
The infuriating itch of my longing
To be loved unconditionally?
As my blood burns within me
I taste blood, pre-emptively
I know I shall strike again
Racked with guilt
Filled with bitterness
I care not for my actions
For they brook no aggression
For I know problem tigers are eventually shot
alan barlow
Sat 8th Jan 2011 22:19
theres nothing wrong with that we all on the whole do as we have always done or more accurately what we feel most comfortable doing, comfort zones etc
we only change when something catastrophic or generally life threatening happens is it not such a bad thing to never be put in that position apart from whence our time comes? ill stop now as im just waffling.....