trusting the faith in others for supporting the hull
when we fail to know direction
what happens when they turn
the opposite way you ask, you beg,
the empty allocution
in them you trust
you trust to follow blindly through love, through...
your own humility, you own innocence
you give away for what
for what search, what plan, or lack of
does this faith in others lead you to
why do we give ourselves to others
when others bleed us dry
others drive us to the edge to cry, to die
why do we even bother
by and down the fucking river
showing only bits and pieces
til the light betrays you
so he says...
what is the point in the bridge when it breaks down when it feels like it
what is the point in the trust when it betrays when it hungers for more
where do we go when the light goes out
who do we know besides our shadow when the pieces stop moving
this is not for you. this is not your fault.
if you love, you are not to blame.
if you have heart, you are not to blame.
if you have loved, and still love, this question lies for you to seek.
i.... i don't know if there is still strength in spirit to move forward.
a universal test of inner trust has been broken.
i must move on.
i must soldier on.
moving in and out of the shadow. a puppet i have been for the curtain of trust to envelope my heart.
it has been burned.
alone, am i, on the stage, begging for scraps to mask my nakedness.
blood is only pretty when intentionally spilled.
it is a pretty, pretty color.
don't you think.