For The Man, I've never met
Small, innocent, curious creature
I spotted your photograph
In a gold frame, high on the shelf
Trying to hide from preying eyes
I took you down, held you in my hand
My eyes stared into your soul
Your cheeks, my narrow cheeks
Your gaze, my haunting gaze
How long have you been gone?
Could you even conceive of me
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
What secrets do you keep?
You ended it all so long ago
Whose pain did you mean to end
Did you say your good byes
Did you apologize for the rage
Demon man, tortured soul
What did you leave behind for me
Half a life hidden away
All is lost, but your blood
It flows within me
I will keep you alive
Secretly and in my heart
I will always think of you
You're the man I've never met
COMMENTS
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BADxMOONxRISING
04:48 Dec 19 2014
look hard enough and he will appear
Dubs
11:31 Dec 19 2014
The question is do I want him to appear? What I want & what he needs are two very different things. A truly tortured mind and never at peace. Those closest to him feel hurt and anger, but me, once removed feels nothing but compassion. Its as though I am able to feel his thoughts.