Lucie Rigby
There is disease
My eyes are closed
And the palace is dead
Mindful, he tells you, swim
Searching
The shipwrecks reminiscent of your isolation
The hand that grabs means nothing
And the journey for the body is futile
Connection is dead and I attend it's funeral every day
Counterfeit minds make love to their persuasive emotions
I'm dressed in black but still waiting
For the day
The hand will be my own
Throughout consciousness I forget to listen
A façade? the voice beckons
No
Block your ears
Chase the benevolent shimmer
Let it consume you
Watch as fingertips caress
Then disappear
When i wander in the abyss
I desire so deeply
For him to want me
but solitude is his only virtue
and his departure is inhabited within the crevices of my mind,
eat me alive,
Summon me and I will perform
I can't act without you
In the wake of this confession, I recall
I am alone after all
