You thrive in the darkness that consumes you And You cannot believe that others are likewise consumed Or You believe, but cannot grasp this consumption, For you see in Others what they draw from You They *ought* not be thus consumed, Yet what role does Logic play in the Game we engage in? This Game where I understand each twisted implication in your scrawling hand This Game where You go through the Motions But harbor the feelings you reveal inchbyinch. Your reluctance to reveal = An insult, perhaps, to my understanding? A hint, perhaps, at the loss of the affection I perhaps never possessed (but inmy idealistic mind)? Or a mere desire to conceal that which You believe affects none but You? You know that I, too, exist In a world where I cannot measure up In a Game I play as a mere source of amusement In the abyss that devours me by night. You know, but you cannot believe. The appearance too deceptive? No, you see beyond appearance Yet you are loath to believe that others can be swallowed By the pain you daily endure. And if you are the source of this discomfort? Your response then is to retreat To claim you are not worth the tears. But I part with one Truth I will clasp always: I think of You knowing of the Darkness you live I hear your Whisper understanding the Shadow that binds you I feel for you (what? I do not know--too afraid to admit the reality to myself Too afraid of admitting that I walk now where I have never tread before)and I enter or continue any tour with You All too keenly aware and accepting that with You comes this Darkness.
Reason for writing:
again, written in june before it crumbled. so it doesn't make sense anymore.
Birth sign: Libra
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