A Most Perfect Moment

This smile conveys such pain.
This smile that lights your lips.
Like a barred gate -- holding back words so carefully planned.
Constructed as a device to bring about your demise.
And construed,
as something that lacks belonging.
You lent yourself to the world.

This knowledge hides such ignorance.
This ignorance that keeps me warm through the night.
So much like a cry for help.
Or a plea of insanity.
I held this close to my heart for so long.
Now I release it:
unto earth, and wind, and fire.

This heart still lacks in meaning.
Or purpose.
What purpose is there but death?
To live,
to breath as I have. . .
It would all end in death.
If only for a moment,
I could escape this world to worlds beyond.
Worlds unseen and unknown.
Where I could be seen in light,
for what I truly am in darkness.

- posted by Jonathan@ 3:37 PM