“Life Talks to Death”

I know I’m never alone

So why can’t I feel you now?

Sound and sight

These senses betray my bare, childish needs.

Tasting you would lead to addiction…and a hatred for myself.

Nothing can compare,

With the innocent purity of brushing against your ethereal skin.

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I can hear you.

Through your voice a million rainstorms have laughed and cried

And a few supposed apocalypses have threatened

Though still, I remain meaningless.

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I can see you, as I am watched and judged.

I’ve been embraced, dreaded, spit upon, and exiled,

With meager, eager eyes

Too simple to see inside my walls, too cerebral to enjoy my naked simplicity

So the frail understanding I conjure

Is the one thing I can reward myself with.

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I beg to be finite.

I can only rest,

With the stifling knowledge that someday I’ll be undone.

I can only sleep because I dream.

I can only be because you are.