The Art of Losing a Limb

don't understand your subtle statements A recollection of days spent in each others basement; wasted With candlelight camp-fires that could calm the nerves of a pilot crashing or a mother dying to give life out of nothing more than fear and passion There's was a place silent, void of any holes Where not even frequencies unheard by man could penetrate the distance between our souls A time when we needed each other for love and comfort like money to keep us living Was it really time and space forcing our distance? no, but time is unforgiving To little is the time left where nothing seems to go right So i took that one last gasping breath waiting for the impact holding the seat tight relax; letting the airbags do their magic, i begin to think of the science behind it before i go through the windshield tragic how the common irrational thoughts can hypnotize if you're not willing to feel healed Images of blood flooded in the eyes of an ocean A transparent turquoise with greenish tints reminiscent of sun soaked beaches where smiles are the currency of emotion. I am vacant like an empty apartment, renovated to make a quick sale but easily torn apart I left you voiceless, handicapped with no blue ribbon for a life well spent breaking pieces of me and mending another's heart White like the light of stars traveling a billion miles to get here are your teeth which repeat sweet lies Like the dissipated whispers of affection you spoke to me on the beach at sunrise You were lucky to get out when you did, you didn't have to play paramedic to the broken arms that you once held me in Gone, now beyond medicine's advances is my instrument of sin The heart not the legs and arms that kept me at your whims Speak to me you say, i call it the "art of losing a limb"