Friday, March 30, 2007

Detach

Breaking away
From superior gazes
I don't want to hold onto
As they judge the descent
That I walk through i
n phases

Imagined or real
Paranoia revealed
By meeting their eyes

So I shot out the lights
Embracing the dark
Of untouchable slights

Spiralling downward
To meet with the night
Where no-one can see me
Where no-one can hear me
Where no-one can 'save' me
From whatever the truth is
That sticks in and bleeds me