pretending reality

I'll close my eyes, and pretend im weighless
then maybe I can get some sleep.
I'll plug my ears and sing
then maybe I'll be able to fly away.

How many times have I been brough to my knees
Begging for help and crying in the rain

How many times have I been broken
thrown into a mess that I could never controll.

How many times have I crawled from the wrechage
of a silent collapse inside me, hoping that it would have been the last.

The sweet madness.
The perfect calamity.
The divine tragity.

I pray for the day
The hour
The month

The one time I will fall
and be caught.

In the arms of angles I could sleep.
In the palm of heaven I could lie.

I spend my time waiting.
For the reason.
The break that would heal.
For the empty hearts to fill.

One person that could look at me
and not turn their head.

The endlessness that I feel,
caught in the strings of a marionette
I hang.

Suspended in the time it will take
for my angel to come and fly me away from here.