Discard

I used to be important to you. I captivated you. You wanted to know how I was made. You felt that way about me once. Your eyes have you convinced this is now where you want to be. Operating on probability. Now to cover your tracks. There is a difference, but who's going to know, no one will care enough to try. Without a body there is no crime. Tell me again, remind me how this was for the greater good, while you wipe off the traces of me. Sitting down to search the soul. Into a place you don't want to know. Soak the embers warmth into the skin. Flushed with embarrassment on the surface, there is no depth. 


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96