stomp

its twelve oclock
and the only way i see is straight down
self sabotage, masochism, a failure to avow
why cant you place your hand in mine
put yourself inside my mind
do you hate yourself so that you cant fall with me
do you hate me and not care enough to know i can live without you
but given one word id simply choose not to
corruption of heart, nothing lost, nothing gained
what a sad sorry way to exist
i cant believe that youd think that was any way to live
a heart atrophied in denial
its past midnight now
and as i watch you standing aloof alone
i fly high away from your lack of being







thanks dan.