The serpentine feeling of hate riding my lungs
Like they were uncontrollable women, who just want to be loved
I fade to blue, red, mercury rising....falling...you wish you knew
Shades fall across sunlight, too lazy to make any interventions
Lies spread like butter across bread; too easy to breathe,
Too easy too ever be fake.

I wait for it to rain.

And I understand and I stopped praying when I was eight.
Now itÂ’s been 10 years and I still donÂ’t get it.
Because nothing is cut like they said it would be
It is all still dark and murky.

I wish the sun would dance.

Now it has been too long and I am growing weary
I remember my youth, my dizziness, the fact I wanted to cry.
I pray to never stand still,
Reality fears movement,
I can hide as long as I keep moving.
And never let my lashes down.

02/07/2005

Author's Note: “If I did my tricks with smoke and mirrors, would you still know which one was me?” Ani

Posted on 02/08/2005
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