Helpless is what I feel, is what I am, You Smothered in deceit and willful anguish Buried six feet under own blood skin With just enough room to breathe Enough to tear up, enough to tear apart Digesting lovers, kiss by kiss, Wriggling in shackles, movement Too subtle to the ones around I saw you. Helpless is how I watch, is how I console, You Hanging by rope, hope-woven Choking a withering tree whose roots yearn affection Mum with pride, like you never lost a war Won’t bend but crumble, falling pieces extinguish silence Too faint to the ones around I heard you. Helpless in words I speak, in when I touch, You Bread crumb trail amidst woeful boulevard False power and prudence and pride and joy, this shell Inanimate character breathed to an exhausting life Stretched hands reaching in the flickering dark, touch Too weak to the ones around I felt you. Been through the worst, worse is on its way Helpless I am and helpless I come to you...
Lost in subconscious absurdity Closet filled with broken toys and misfit clothes Stories withheld, buried beneath a stranger's tombstone Stacked records of songs by beloved artists Too sad to remember, too valuable to forget Unreleased paparazzi images of hopeful regret Shards of laughter published with humble criticism piercing Into the chinks of an overconfident armor used In a ludicrous battle to achieve A Pyrrhic victory Sitting on a two-legged chair balanced on a tight rope tied to one pole held so tight but no one to support the other Contemplating whether the fall is worth the flight Whether the hooks and jabs are enough fr the fight Darkness absorbing light, reflecting darkness Touch Jitters on fingertips, sliding, covering the palm Slid betwixt the fingers, pressed down hard, jerk pulled arm Held hard for a startled sprint and a hesitant thrust Strange how shoe-laces unravel themselves and Earphones automatically intertwine only to entangle Guess...