Wednesday, April 28, 2010

backwords.

It's a difficult thing for me to comprehend.


Your looks make my looks

- look back again.



Defying gravity and natural form,

my neck bends strangely,

I've transformed.



I'm searching madly for your glance.

But my neck and eyes meet

in this awkward dance.



Desperately, I pray you do not catch my gaze..

I'm sweaty, unhealthy, and blinded

by this hell-bound haze.



You shudder - your eyes trace my frame.

I'm panting heavily. I'm


not the same.



Disgust paints your face like sunlight.

You're glorious, but

- I can only smell the night.



I inhale your fear, you're sensing danger.

Its driven me wild, now.

I'm even stranger.



Alas, my invitation has been retracted.

I'm the deadliest virus

you've ever contracted.



Heart's beating quicker, or slower; Beats me.

I'm the addict; you're my liquor. Your power

defeats me.



Distances increase, now. Separations ensue.

You'll stand for no more. But

I'm not daring you.



You've gone. Afraid. But, your shadow's back.

Its taken your place, its got courage

- you lack.



For; faint similarities cannot be replicated,

your shape, face and smile - this shadow

has desecrated.



May the disgusting sunlight of your face,

destroy this imposter. But in digust

 is in my taste.



Though I'm hydrated, I'm still thirsty.

This obsession with you, makes me

feel so dirty.



Disgusting and deformed, I shall study your being.

I'm creating your existence because,

'Believing is Seeing.'