Love Might As Well Be a Million Miles Away

Love Might as Well be a Million Miles Away Demented silence Thuds dreams to nothing In empty hands And desperate lips kiss Air Tears beguile emotion to feeling Something Anything Squawking All of it a lies distraction From the yank and burn Don’t look to deep Into it A whole life brought to the reckless tip Says “ Believe in it ” And the games of a sexual reconnoiter Appease deliberately With a numb ball point That scars wishes on a skin Which has no other meaning No other action Or recompense But to lay sweating in its own self inflicted Torment But would beg for pity Beg with a berated dog on its belly To feel something other than this cold empty Starving Beguiled by desperation and easy excuses Never, not, ever, not, to be “a break free” Of the chains Sluggishly wrapped Upon that future Has no dream but reality And today has devoured me Yet again Conceived in its erudite misuse And accepting weakness as its only course The day ad-libs These fleeting life second-hand moments Nothing but punishment For being in love The bitter doors of its prisons Bleed When my hands touch them Guilty those palms they pronounce me And culpability continues to deny me A life Though through every strip of imagination I could tune this heart another way If still my lover refuses To give in Then Love might as Well be a Million Miles Away