Part Seventeen - Wrong Choices

i went the wrong way at that roundabout
lost inside myself
a wreck
a beautiful collection of hideous pieces
ripped and torn
to perfection
i passed myself by
and saw him standing there, alone
it rains
as if purposefully to hide my tears
i give in to touch
my overbearing senses subside
to just touch for truth
like a flood
a fierce storm of doubt
i run further than ever before
beyond the view
beyond the horizons i have feared for so long
here i stand
with choices i do not understand
i went the wrong way at that roundabout
i am not sorry

Part Sixteen - Alive

I sit there
the bright light burning my eyes
staring into that void
as it drips down my face

the blood
pouring from my noise

like water it flows freely out of me
over my fingers
slowly down the plam of my hand
and it drips
onto the floor

I can taste it

It is sharp
metallic
and warm

I wipe my face

Part Fifteen - The Part Where I Find Myself (Emotionally)

11:11
Eleven eleven
I make a wish
and stare at the clock until it is twelve
In bed the thoughts are like a flood
They surround me
Suffocate me

Who am i?
Where am i?
and there we go
Off into the distance
Me and you

Holding me own hand
and whisperring
All the words i've needed to hear
All the faces i've needed to see
All the things i'd forgotten
Until today
I need them all

I need you

I'm glad you're back

Part Fourteen - The Part Where I Talk About Myself

I'M TIRED
of thinking about things

I WANT
to feel them

I NEED
someone to love
someone to despise
and
someone to do it for me

I'M SCARED
of everything i know
not what i don't

I'M HAPPY
with the way things go

I'M ANGRY
about the way things are going

I WORRY
that i'll be alone for ever

I WORRY
that i'll never have time to myself

I'M QUIET
because i have too much to say
and nothing worth saying

I'M LOUD
because i'm fearful
if you don't get to talk
you can't judge me

I'M EVERYTHING

I'M NOTHING


WHO AM I?

Part Thirteen - The Man (part 2)

I lie here on the ground
fraying at the edges
torn along the seams
falling apart again

I have been locked away for years
folded into shapes
crushed
hidden in drawers
in cupboards
falling behind the furniture

I am collecting dust

I am becoming dust

Parts of me fall to the ground
my fingers
my toes
my feelings
I can see them falling far from me
and i am not scared

I lie here in a pile on the floor
arms above me
my hair underneath me
my own eyes looking back at me

I am old and worn
I am lost

I am forgotten

Part Twelve - The Boy Who Couldn't Taste #2

I have no tongue. It fell out of my mouth a few miles down the road. My throat has filled with sand and i have started kissing strangers. My tongue is a metaphor but i still don't know what it represents

I remember water.
It was soothing and cool.
It was tasteless.

I still have a tongue but it doesn't work. It is used for sex and for wetting my lips when they burn. It is used to clean the sand from my teeth when i am fingerless and it is my feet when i cannot walk. My tongue is the rain and it is the path through the desert. My tongue is the other half of me. The man who feels my feelings and dreams my nightmares.

I have a tongue.

Tongues taste wine, chocolate and shit.

I cannot taste you.

Part Eleven - Somebody Else's Words

(Sia Furler - Lullaby)