that's where to begin when <br />you're talking about being alone, in the numbness <br />that's a dark velvet background <br />and all you need is one reason for it <br /> <br />that's why this might be confusing for you to hear <br />that's why the summer surrounds us <br />that's why beautiful people smoke cigarettes <br />why i've died a thousand times <br /> <br />why, when, or where you want to destroy me <br />is the key to my gruesome end, <br />why i waste energy believing it <br />that's why the god of wine sings me to sleep, <br />burns my eyes when i watch for your sign, <br />or crashes on my car glass <br />like waves of blood on the walls of my mind <br /> <br />that's why we kill what we kill, <br />that's life and how it turns on everyone <br />that's why planets die when i touch them <br />it's no good trying to pretend <br />that i'm good for you... <br />not on paper where i find it easy <br />not in music as i sicken myself <br />or in plain speech where <br />the words do their own damage <br />not with him flying around me <br />that's why animals dream at night <br />for certain if i know so much: <br />it's no good trying <br />to give<br /><br />Scott Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-of-wine/
