Follows you
I have opened the door and let it in
It is what becomes of them, of me,
It is what is brews in me, what I am
But the maddness is not mine alone
nor sadness that I own
...
I have fed on these for years and fears
and eaten them up like there is no more
and you, each of you I bite,
in kindness, darkness and delight
I have fed on these for fears, for years
and eaten you for light and sight
I eat less today, no need to grieve
on your, on mine, the past, not now
My madness, my sadness
is not mine alone
My madness, my sadness
is not my only home
Fed on you for fears, for tears
torn up, torn blue
turned red, torn through
My madness, your sadness
I held, too tight
this day, this time
I let go, let light..
let light.
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