scre.am

These gravitational forces

erase from my being 

a sense of security

i'm left with all that could

can not be

i'm stuck on the edge

and fearing tipping off

in.to the cradle

i secretly wonder if i can grab you

sink you with me

it would be perfect poetry and pagan
 
to complete 
it

that way the way you've done me

given nothing
but burn

I've got a remedy

together we will see

sing apart our apathy

and mend the dis.connected

the signals

show 
sign and seize

i hope you die

slow.very.

ly.

lie.awake.

and.scre.am