it was so painful the next time i looked in your eyes
you’re far away from me on a different path of life
i could not reach you if in greeting i extended my hand
to lift you from suicide
because in my own mind you’re only a doll to take in my soul
and submit to my fears and complaints
i am serious i can not see you more than a fetish
what is before me is my first mystery
your on a mountian above me i scream to you
but my mouth never opens
tell me how can i reach even talk to you
on your pinnacle of perfection
how with wings could i fly, it wasn’t an instinct
my wings are glued with fear
you lifted a knife above me and stabbed yourself
in the heart
but you were everything, all my power, my whole life,
all the dark
when i stood and watched; unfortunately a child
i couldn’t understand
i would have loved you and held you in my arms
but i can only touch someone else now
(i dont have the guts to sign my name to this)