Slowly, almost painfully, I stumble and fall
Innocently wandering through the holes in the theory
Of this word
It means so much to you
Yet in its power you are scared
Trembling at its might, hoping I would never use it
And longing to hear it in a singular feel
You cannot understand, I live in a mausoleum
Of emotion
And sometimes, I am lost in the catacombs
Of things I used to understand
But there is no map that can lead me
Lead me away from the convulsing corpses of concepts
Like compassion, comprehension, and cartography
I walk astride the only man willing to stay with me
Confusion
He tells me, I have been asphyxiated by the word
To the point of clouded and blurry vision
And all I have to do is pretend it never existed
And it will congeal and be annihilated by its denial
But I continue to argue that without the bad, there will be no good
And without the blurry, nothing would be clear
He tells me, that I always was a waste of time anyway
And sulks off into the ancient crypt
Where all things beaten and lost go to�
I turn to see you in the doorway
I call out to you, Turn away!
You have gone too far into the realm of things undone
You cannot be here, it will destroy you
Claim you
And never let you go
Then your word would never mean anything to you
Ever again
And it is that word that defines you
So please, to save yourself, go�
Your eyes pierce right through me
And now I know that I am not tangible
I have involuntarily become a silent specter
Of all things too cold for you
I am whatever your mind needs me to be
I am your word
And since I can�t understand it
Or say it
I am content because after all
I have no voice to say otherwise
Confusion comes back to me
Takes me by the hand
And says, �Thanks, you finally listened to me.�
I say, �You were the only one who could listen to me; I figured I should return the favor.�
We both walked away, back into the depths which
Convulsed in pain around us
You never wanted to follow
And I am happy
That you understand.
