psychotic emotions mixed with the taste of blood, <br />the pressure of a punctured lip, <br />a thrown back, <br />a raked heart, <br />it was so clear, thought you understood, <br />you stay up all night long, <br />trying to build the puzzle, <br />before it collapses from your hatred, <br />you think life never did, <br />yet is has always been prophesied, <br />that you will bring them down with you, <br />in your fire, your hurting, your sour maze, <br />the rope i tossed you, as been returned to the owner, <br />as you would not let it go, <br />you just let yourself go, <br />with eyes wide open, you jump, <br />to forget, to comfort, to vanish, <br />into the shadows that are your desire, <br />you tried to take everything that i have to give, <br />good luck surviving with just that, <br />my time, my patients, myself.<br /><br />Matthew Boisjolie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-to-reality-4/
