Stone

Nothing touches me… nothing moves me.
I am stone. I am apathetic to your petty advances.

I have been educated with your ways.
And learned through the hard way.
Now, I merely tire of the game.

The never ending chase
The efforts spent on nothing
It leads nowhere.

Can you melt me?
Can you woo me?
Can you lead me back to the land of the living?

I pray for you.
I long for you.
I need you.

My plea rings hollow
Humiliating in its naked honesty
Its nude naivete
Its stark stupidity.

Why the hell should anyone listen?

So I beg not at all.
No one would care.
My issues are my own.

I carry them.
My badge of honor
Scarred from war

I stand alone.

Defeated.
Bruised...

But I live. And in the end…
The only thing that matters is surviving.

Thus I continue to exist… at a high price
I’ve traded my heart for stone.

And so my story goes…

Nothing touches me… nothing moves me.
I am stone. I am apathetic to your petty advances…

April 12, 2006 1:25pm