Not that i ever really did want you.
I suppose I stayed awake at night for reasons other,
But you crowded my mind, a little gullible to what my mind leads me onto?
But why you appeared in my dreams,
the more real of realms,
Where i bathe in blood, where i feel genuine passion that i cannot find in real life..
Where i led by you and felt you moreso than i ever did in your real bed.
Not a fear nor caution in sleeping eyes.
I can hear you,
Maybe I won't wake up to stay with you.
In real life your no longer in conscious recognition.

To see you in my mirror, my own face just masked in any thing other,
I'd recall a sweeter come back, where sun allowed to reign upon my skin,
Where there was colour in my eyes,
Where my hair was vibrant and my wrists were full..
Where before you took me I was warmed and
Gee, gleaming teeth
and no need to submit.
Since you has this need to be so
Cautious
Turned me sour with a touch?
Where now, I'm not even saving myself for you,
because even if You were to touch me today I'd feel just the same.
Nerves and nothing more to want,
Oh to be any where else.

Just some doll, i cannot be, Can i turn my own head?
Little eyes like gems in the sand,
My mouth is tainted, hers it has never opened.
What am I in sequins and tat?
Bow my head to long journeys beneath rolling yellow lights.
And no you won't be following my car.
Think I'll just stay alone, think I'll
I'll keep on sleeping.

I buried it in the sand.

"My my, such whispers, such night...."
A little echo amongst the brambles and spikes of graveyard hedges. His head turned as quickly as his sensitive hearing picked up upon it. Not a movement, and silence regained, as if the voice from his very throat had moved the air around him.

Such necesseties were pondered,
through like-minded fools of age.
Five hundred, moving on six and still they little but grew,
I made such an effort, were such thoughts a daily delay;
To withdraw my feeling from each subtle feeding and take upon madness, a stride.

I gazed into eyes that had long since sunk back,
and I cupped hands around heads of the new borns.
I could see life in each, and the tide did receed on the beach i had only now begun to call home.
There were footsteps on the beach, some were a thousand years old,
I could see them engraved in the gristled sands,
Some more aparent than most.
I realised now, such soles of feet were ones i had become aware,
past lives that I'd known, past spirits imprinted upon my stone,
A whisper in midnight's light's breeze.

I heard his laugh,
And i saw another's eyes.
I touched familiar skin and I winced at usual words.
Regretted a person i was, appreciated change in my ways.
"Look, there it goes" came a strong whisper unseen. "Our lives right ahead of us, i can see it now;
One of us alone on this beach".