your friends are your enemies

so you stand on your one leg
and you wait for them slowly
the feeling inside
crumbles your heart in two
right nostril bleeding
no tear in your eye
the wind swoon you gently
no feeling to die

they judge you unwilling
you stand in the middle
a circle within you
outside you the sky
fingertips are broken
the rule is unspoken
and no one is listening
and they don't really want to

and you finally give in
and the stars are unlighted
the moon 'round your planet
left you so open
when night's unfulfilling
and your sex, it is screaming
no touch of the light skin
just stains on your belly

it's all very simple
it's all very plain
you are the center
of the feeling you reign
it's all very natural
it's all so willing
no time to consider
which emotion you're killing

and your dry eyes don't look inside

-winston campbell-