Memoirs of a feeling (part 3)/For the hell of it

(This one started out as memoirs of a feeling but got completely screwed… I’m still putting it up because I like where it went… this is the third one today… the first two were perfect and I lost them both to a connection fault… what a god damn waste…!!! If I had a serviceable memory it wouldn’t be that bad…. Alas … It was exhausting enough to write the first two…this one’s still no where near perfection… my own standards off course…) I believe that this poem wasn’t meant to be…


----------For the hell of it-----------
I see a face in a crowd,
There is a chilling familiarity to your gaze.
we meet ,
I am frostbitten by your stare and reeled in.

A song stirs a sense of deep remorse from the crevices within,
As the shades of Grey sweep my face pale
I see hell in your eyes,
And it is clear now…

With the world moving in fast forward around us,
I stand fixed in molecular stillness.
Trapped in the palm of malice.

Watching and waiting.
A means to a bitter end.

I hypocritically fight it so as to willingly give in,
The allure of your fluidity,
An open invitation to pure nothingness,
It waltz’s me across my boundaries and thresholds.
Pittance is everything else now….