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By Ali Date: 2001 Dec 29 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.29.11.00.17225]] |
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The eyes speak, her eyes speak They speak to him, but he does not listen "What am I to you?" "What do you want from me?" Oh, he hears, he hears, he hears But he simply tosses those unvoiced questions aside Brushes them off of himself, as if he feels unclean As if he just walked through a spiders web And I suppose that both of those things ring true For he sins in spades, but preaches in purity Contradicting himself at each and every turn, in many ways Yet, maybe he does that just to make sure she pays attention He wouldn't want to perform without an audience, would he? But the web...ah, the web he walked through, shivering That web is his own, he spun it of his own silkened thread And he may brush off the fragmented peices of that web Yet that feeling, the one he feels but does not admit The one that is everywhere within, but nowhere without him The feeling still remains, ever present Dispite the lack of acknowledgement from he the bearer... So the time is ticking by, the clock just keeps on moving Days go by, or so it seems...perhaps it is only moments He really cannot seem to tell, anymore He's too busy dancing around what he cannot face Or rather, what he just will not face It's all pretty much the same anyway For either way, her questions go unanswered And suspended in mid-air is the end of this tale And she sits quietly, wondering about many things He sits next to her, avoiding her eyes For her eyes speak to him, but he just refuses to listen... |