Miles From You

Nothing can replace the feeling
of fading walls and shades of grey.
We still move like broken creatures,
Still drown ourselves in pools of plaster.

Spread across this medical canvas,
A pill for you and me.
My dear it's getting hard to swallow,
Choking on inconsistencies.
Turpentine kisses
And hypocrisy.

I paint my lines so carefully,
Bloody tears and water colour.

Sometimes it's miles from you.

• On Friday, January 11, 2008, Bella Butchery (947) wrote:
  
  its seems as if your writing is slowly evolving into something more complex... much respect
  
  
• On Friday, January 11, 2008, Alanarchy (1483) wrote:
  
  The best thing I've read all day. Write the hell on.