Soviet Black

4/26/2012

I've grown into what I haven't been,

And turned my head from what I've seen

For the will within that ever survives,

I've failed to kill its many lives

 The lives of those I knew in the past,

And the place I sought, I've found at last

Where I am what you want, 
And you are what I feel

Where our touch is a poison, 
A wound we can heal

And a fear like fire may burn inside

And thoughts may enter and ever abide

And a pain would leave if we only knew how

To tell it then what we know now.


For truth is a void that leaves many traces
Within many people, within many places
I must lose the things I found.
As you walk away,
Make not a sound.