people think you do. but you don't.

Acrostica, you and your door-changing
learn another way to survive than off of
human weakness, love of you
isnít all itís cracked up to be.
Iíve seen slowness wage war
on the human soul in days even before
you were the bloodsucker of human love.
You leave them dry.
But you, with your nice skin and your
nice hair and your nice face, you say good things
and people think you mean it
people think you do. But you donít.
So they fall.
Iíve watched it happen a hundred times
good people broken like fly-wings
and turned inside out inside you
you break the water across your back
you make doormats of heroes.
You make doormats of heroes.
And Iím tired, so tired and tried
to turn you back around
this is how you happen: make them ready for breaking
then let loose a gust of wind that blows them down.
A hundred pieces of once amazing
scattered over cliffs and across doorways.
please stop you.
Youíre the void we fear.

2004-10-22 | 11:16 a.m.
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