Dead Air

I'm sorry, is that what you want to hear?
I seek no apologies, each feels like a breath of dead air.
So what do you want? Do you want? Do you know what you want?
You make the indecision seem like an attractive venture...
Keep driving that nail 'til it hits the center.

Reaching out or reaching within...
Accepted faults, here there is no sin.
Keep pulling and taking,
Each piece of me you tear
Slowly fades out as it hits dead air.
So long before it's all but gone,
I sat to write to you
This is your song.

Always assuming the bad's aimed at you,
That's a confession,
Whether or not you know- it's true.
I cannot get to you, always trying to get to you
It's like separating two magnets
Reinforced by superglue.
And you know it's true,
It won't be long before I'm through.


(written 2 Novemeber 2010)