Monday, December 12, 2005

my plea

come, enclose me in your arms
hold me, keep me warm

say it's ok to crumble

let's not speak more
let's not even sing to cheer me up

I'm so tired I feel sick,
my mouth is made of cardboard
pressure behind my eyes,
iron mask on my head weighs a ton

I'm not made of steel and will never be,
no matter what they say and want to believe
I'm human

I long to turn into sand and scatter across the desert

come, numb me
lull me to sleep

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