The Fear and the Passion...

The blueprint of every heartbeat,
Of the blood rushing through...
This form of reality,

I know it.
I know you.

Etched here,
These lines in my hand...

Flowing through these riverbeds,
Dry and dead...
Your hands.

Your hands, dry and dead.
Do I see it?
Yes, I have seen it.

I know it.
I know you.

And I fear insanity.

One look at you and I know
Sanity is a sham.
A trick, a lie,
This world's death row...

But Lord!
Insanity is unknown!
What will I do?
How will I live?
Where will I go?

These dry riverbeds...
Riverbeds of hope?
Empty, unfulfilled...
waiting...

Waiting for your hands...

Tremors of fear and hope.

posted by Headless-in-GR @ 2/13/2004 11:15:00 AM