Guilt

------> Blah <------ Guilt

Opening your chest with a ruined vice,
mirror the pain in my eyes,
show that wounds of flesh cut more shallow,
than words dipped in poison.

I stepped on your throat,
to quell the pleading echoes,
that expounded my faults,
as I ripped my last shreds of dignity apart.

Watching resolve melt away,
was hearing an inner voice speak, "you were wrong."
Like a whispering demon,
it perched on your back with weight unbearable.

If only the words had come,
but they stuck in the back of the throat,
all I wish is to plead, "forgive me."
but the words die back to their rest.

Guilt is the rainy cloud,
that walks your footsteps quietly,
the chip on your shoulder that bleakly
never allows your mind to rest.

Cradle a Grey Rainbow

I want to convey a sense of blah... here's hoping?

Cradle a Grey Rainbow

If I gave you a crayon to color the skies,
would you still stare blankly at me?
Or could you smile just this once,
and save me from despair and helplessness?

Outstretch your arms and wipe colorless
streaks throughout a cloudy horizon.
Show me the error of my ways,
and color in a grey rainbow where only tears fall.

Openly embrace a failing heart,
a rip it out to see your grey emotion
drip like paint from a brush,
you used to fill the firmament.

Cradle within your arms,
like a crying baby,
your under developed insight,
and show me the truth under your straight face.

Stab at the dark with drab hues,
are you trying to paint over the heartless void,
that beats a withered drum within your chest-
and put on the facade of a broken smile?

Spin about to blur away hues,
and the lights can fade into the darkness.
Resonate with the voices of numbness
and cry an unfeeling symphony.

Cradle a grey rainbow,
and hope for the colors to return to your world.
Pray for the drab to fade away,
while you frolic in the monotony of slate.