In a horribly sarcastic sense
There is a lull in my thinking
It steals over me silently in my sleep
Blooming over the veins of my face
That stand out in their Y-shape on my forehead
And draw attention to imperfection
Just the way they should
This lull is perverse because I have wanted it so
I have begged and pleaded for any refuge
From a barrage of thoughts and feelings
My insides have turned themselves outside
In a vague sense of righteousness
And a clear sense of wrong-eousness
Yet when it finally arrives, this lull I have waited for
It is simply a numbness that begins with my toes
As they sink into the ice that is packed so tightly
And spreads upwards until it bursts into song
And a dance that bleeds itself through my hands and feet
Until the carpet is red and I am white
A lullaby to my body and a lullaby to my mind
Meh, I don't know how I feel about this. It was just...there in the midst of confusion and then it was here on this blog...
