© Erik Brickman 2005
I tear you out of my arms
with the hate-filled longing
that lives in my soul
Of revolting nausea
I take you from my embrace
stretching my hands towards you
From the welcoming look in my eyes
I turn my face away in the time of disgust
when none but you should be with me
Rejected, refused into emptiness
given the last silence of Love
Do not come near me - come ever so close
away from the heat that feels your absence
away from the life that beats in my life
with the pulse that is yours
At that time I deprive you
of your right to my warmth
I force your withdrawing embrace
into my dissociation
Firmly held are you,
from me.
Poetry by Erik Brickman
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Written on 2005-09-29 at 12:50
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I tear you out of my arms
I tear you out of my arms
with the hate-filled longing
that lives in my soul
Of revolting nausea
I take you from my embrace
stretching my hands towards you
From the welcoming look in my eyes
I turn my face away in the time of disgust
when none but you should be with me
Rejected, refused into emptiness
given the last silence of Love
Do not come near me - come ever so close
away from the heat that feels your absence
away from the life that beats in my life
with the pulse that is yours
At that time I deprive you
of your right to my warmth
I force your withdrawing embrace
into my dissociation
Firmly held are you,
from me.
Poetry by Erik Brickman
Read 1076 times
Written on 2005-09-29 at 12:50
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