Echo and Narcissus
by David B Trussell
Monday, June 17, 2002
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The humanity is given back to the God’s,
While we live here,
Resting our heads on fear.
Tempting us with a draining type of look,
The narcotic drug,
We’ll sleep through it with luck.
The is just a type of daze,
Just the way you look away takes away.
Just the way you breathe takes part of me.
“Beauty in your breath is found, without doubt,
You are the beauty I talk about.
You are the perfection people live without,
If only I could be with you and stand out in a crowd.”
“You’re my lover,
You’re my other,
And my hero.”
These mixed words inside my head,
Make me relive the words I’ve read.
With every passing step,
Every life’s goal and test,
I think of only one,
I think of only you.
My dreams will never be able to be true ,
Because of how I live,
And what I do.
But I’ll always have my dreams,
I’ll always be your king,
And you’ll be my queen.
With all that has been,
I must remember the world we live in,
That I can’t be your knight,
I can’t win this fight.
I can only pray to God I make it through the night alive.
Believe in me.
Give life a chance,
You’re not stuck in here.
We together can break out of this domicile.
“This dictatorship takes away our wish,
Our wish that we may once again kiss.
My wish is only what is shown,
Wish me luck as I face the battle alone,
Because you won’t help me go home.
You stay far back in the crowd,
As to not be too loud,
And watch me as the lions mock my weaknesses.
I scream to you,
Nowhere to be.
Nowhere to see.
You’re the world to me.
I scream aloud.
I call for you help,
Will you ever step out and confess?
Where was everyone else when you cared?
I must be less than I was,
For, as of now I am no one.
This, I suppose,
Is my only chance at you?
Wouldn’t you know?
“Drink from this cup of sensuality,
Drink it sympathetically.
This is too much hostility for you…
Barely enough for me.”
I was told by so many,
You were not worthy of me,
That you were as low as I could see.
I didn’t hear the voices that snivel.
I didn’t hear the evil.
You leave me,
Worse than ever.
And all I ever wanted was to be together.
I miss each other.
“This lonely time is not worthy of being defined,
As it is desperate for compassion and rhyme.
We may never again find what we’re looking for,
We may never again be truthfully in the same way we were before.
An unlit bon fire.
I am lost,
And can never be saved,
Would you like to trade?
I want to be your slave.
I already own your hate.