Crazy again...
 

Is it something in the air?
Or is it just this life?

Am I ever going to feel again?
Lifted up by praise and a need>?

Or am I just crazy?

I feel so depraved of arms tightly clenching.

I can hear your breathe upon my neck,
but you are not here.
I can taste your flesh upon my tongue,
but I have never had you.
I can see your staring eyes looking up at me,
but it is only in my dreams.
I can smell your sweet aroma linger near,
but it is something I must forget.

Or am I just crazy?

Forlorn tears bleed their silent pain.
Hidden words wail their lonesome song.
A sensation of touch dwindles into a memory.
Forbidden desire tears at my sanity.
An empty heart shatters...

Or am I just crazy?

A year has passed and everything is still the same.
I packed my bags long ago.
Still, though, they sit, dusted over, from my want.
Another life may be the right time,
but can I wait that long?
Longing for the moment when all of it seems worthwhile.
Eternity has taken on a new form, waiting.

I watch myself from a distance.
Painful and mute, mourning a loss that never was.
Stained and broken, sweeping up the remains.
Scared and lonely, confidence is non existant.

Suddenly I cant see.
I am dying.
I must be.
Impatient for my fate coming to pass, I whisper goodbye.
Then I realize its only a moment of weakness, liquified, pouring from the windows of my soul.

Entwined in fantasy, reality can almost be tolerable.

Crazy again...

are we supposed to comment on this?

Maybe someone should move this to Tilted Literature...

Its rhetorical. No comment needed.

I'm in leagues with Analiguist and Snoogans.. Tilted Lit maybe?