November 27, 2011

Sleeping On My Back

I'm disconnected.
A ghost's reflection
You're something real
But I can't feel it.
I won't let me.

Not a lot makes sense
Except maybe disappearing
Screaming blindly
Words not worth hearing.

Always alone in a crowd
Of even people
The fringe of happiness.

Yet I won't settle
For the easy, simple

I prefer the pains of complicated.