literature

Split second.

Deviation Actions

sm26's avatar
By
Published:
9.5K Views

Literature Text

Find me a way to save me from myself,
all the streets are empty of thoughts;
your company is enough. You hold me
down on a spot. I find the keys to my home,
it's your name that opens the door.

Still, all photographs are useless;
we're not in any of them. We're a dream
short of reality. We sleep constantly
waiting for the wake up call. A ring
that calls us both to the empty houses
we once left behind.

Still, we hold on; our hands untied
of one another, our wrists still tied
to our will. We look at the distance,
like we measure our own. We can't
cross our line of sight without feeling
desperately alone.

Still, I find me ways to save me
from the thought of being emptied:
the colors you own are not yours to keep,
the flowers you leave out to dry are just
signs of when our wills don't meet,

but I leave my body on your bed,
I dream asleep for you to come.
You rarely do. You rarely walk
the distance between your steps
and the lack of your own thoughts.

All the wooden boards crack under our feet,
oh, the weight of the world we didn't want to meet.
2/6/2010.
© 2010 - 2024 sm26
Comments28
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
TwistedAlyx's avatar
There's a lot of good stuff in this, and I understand the sentiment whole-heartedly. I think this could benefit from a few more surprises and jarrign imagery, though. :)