the lovers who wept razorblades.

the lovers who wept razorblades
_____________________

I imagine that if you
wept razor-blades,
you would already be
Faceless my love..

and, (whether you
choose to believe
it or not) I used to
Know The Feeling.

My Heart wasn't
always like this
you know..

Wrapped in
Barbed Wire,
and surrounded
by a Gray Wall
of Forced Indifference.

I used to Smile
at (nearly) everything.

In Youth the World
was an Amusement
Park Ride I never
wanted to get off of,..

yet now..It is a
Terrifying thing
which increases
my awareness of
Mortality..to the
point where I see
Death Frowning
around Every
Corner. (waiting
to embrace Me.)

Yet I don't want
to be like this
My Love..

A Selfish, Insecure
Tyrant who forms
a Master /Slave
Dialogue between
our Burning Hearts...
I want to be the
Torch of Liberty
which inflames
The Entirety of
Your Being..
allowing your
Soul to Shine
Bright Enough!

(For all of The
Reading World
to See.)
_

So...
Let's Ride
this Crazy
Ride together,
you and I..

laughing through
every Joy and
Woe, as our Eyes
Drink In the
Craziest of Scenes!

Otherwise I'm
trapped Here..
Alone..with a
Head full of
Razor blades.

(which makes my
Grim Soul Faceless
as I Weep.)

j.stephen.h.