X is for Hoping

4/14/06

Ancient angst

An ancient longing

Bound in flesh and steel

Tear ducts lead to heartbeats

A tremor beneath

Rippling lakes, broken windows

Cold rain falling in sheets

Disregard this anguish

Turn eyes away from

Base emotions scrawled

Openly in screams and blood

Gaping hole in the chest

Singed and burnt edges

Frayed tattered torn

Alone in a dark room

I cry to the moon

Howls ripped

Yanked from my body

Stolen from lungs

This is primal

Animalistic hunger

Affection & aggression

Both as one compounded

Folded over and over

Until neither are recognized

Sickness of the heart

Rage bloomed from despair

Loneliness stoking hatred

Find me a cure

A balm a salve a savior

To save me from this disease.