Speaking blye

I wish I were talented for if I were you could hear me without screaming
If I were I wouldn’t be prone to such endless dreaming
Skies of Technicolor daze along an endless sky
How far do we stretch until too far is gone
Whispers light up and I’m falling down

A mark has been made a constantly opened scar remains
Staying by the wayside its just another day reciting same old lines
Every spiral run meets another line
Another web entangled in tomorrow’s trail
Waiting

Attempts move on without the affects desired
Captors still are victors victimized
They are mired

Do you hear what lies beneath yet
How far will you not go
You’re dying
I am too
Succumbing to half thoughts
Half true
Quartered

Beside me, lay beside me
Take my hand or let me make mine
Welcoming