Nook

Listen
I speak
Like the dead at your feet
Never so strong
As when you come along
I will be forlorn
When I leave
I will go on
Long before I take the fall
Let you tread upon me
For no reason but love
Eyeing freedom
From the corner of my eye
If I ever leave your side
I won’t be a hero
I’ll be the pedestal
From which I toppled
‘Coz you know I need you
Yet with you I’m close to dying
I know I need to
Get up and out
But I refuse to
I’m down on vented spleen
Blood casts a sheen
On all that I send you
All I sent you
Life left blind
In a corner
Of your life

© 2006, Mosquitobyte