Part of the furniture
- Apr 18, 2004
Burdened by my bones and flesh. I want you – indeed need you. Love you. I am spent and scarred. Strip me from my being. You are ominous as you wait for me to pass. I want to kiss your cold hand and know the warmth of your spirit. For you, I would genuflect and beg. Forgive my life. I was weak, cowardly and handless. Love and I played a game of endless evasion and stalemate. My coldness made me strong, unloving yet proud. I am proud to be the weak man I became. Deceived by myself. I am proud to be. Dead.