Elucidating Questions

You hear it everywhere, that they’ve been there too long. Words on the paper, put into song.

The pull of the guitar strings, did it break?

In that moment of darkness swallowed hole, did it break?

Do the stars fall in the moments of disappearing and disappointment,

Or do they merely shiver, and sway?

The nail shorn in half that sits atop like a left behind tool.

Eventually you run out of glue. The heart doesn’t go back so easily, like the moment the magnets snap

What kind of scream is heard from a mouth that doesn’t speak?

The feeling of a hand upside the head. At least she didn’t hit me, she wanted to though.

The blood that is owed to someone for something,

Why?

Of course you end up with the paradox, as that is what I am.

A hand over the mouth as it whispers

I wish there were more like me,

When of course I don’t. No one should feel how I feel.

If the element is water, it put out fires, if the feeling is healing as the water should,

If the red was love and not fire, or the meeting of both, and the lightning bolt between as the energies prick

Charge and pull.

Wait for green.

Does it mean this? Or is it a person?

I hear the call of the wild, the call to wait.

I still don’t have a reason, besides that I promised you.

Mister owl.

When the neighborhood never showed,

But you didn’t either, and I still feel guilty for not being able to help.

Don’t fail me now.

Don’t fail me.

Don’t fail.

Don’t.

And then I won’t

I wish I did have fair.

But this is the moment, when they just stare

And don’t move.

Half an hour to midnight.

And I still don’t see anyone. Or anything.

And it’s still the same nothing as it has been,

So the question isn’t do I or don’t I,

The question becomes,

Why should I? Or shouldn’t I?

As the infinite loop of despair I stepped into continues.

To the sound of keys and percussion strings.

When love ends, the view from heaven, shows the right.

An unfortunate, never ending, merciless sight. Unforgiving, unrelenting, says nothing each day,

Would like to watch as I fade away.

He was the last to know, but that’s hardly my fault.

After all I tried, and I was just never good enough.

And when he knew, I was already hurting I suppose,

But if someone had just said

He didn’t know

Well then I’d look at him, and say I’d been sending every message straight to you

And I believe in one, I said quite clear:

Seeing you that tiny hurts, seeing the exhaustion hurts, I suppose that never got there.