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“Faulty Wiring"
If those words were ever spoken
They would cross the wires of my heart
Dulling the impulse telling it to beat
My vision of you would fade, dissipate,
Blur into the obscurity of my immanent death
The echo of your voice floating, meandering,
Dissipating until it deafens every corner of my consciousness,
Haunting my every thought from now until the end of eternity
If those words were ever spoken
They would be the tourniquet I tie around my arm
As I inject a dose of reality into my veins
And I wait for it to flow to all regions of my body,
To ease me out of life, to kill all that I know
The sensation of your pressure on me dwindling, easing,
Disappearing as I drift away
Finding no signs of you on the other side,
Unsure if I'm headed to heaven or hell,
Not in any mood to care
If those words were ever spoken
They would fall upon unwanting ears
For as much as life may hurt, may torture, may wear down
It is still the preferable situation
But if I were ever to hear those words
It would surely come to light
When I said, "I'd die without you"
That I was absolutely right
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