Mouth open in a silent snarl
Vicious fury failing to be heard
A quiet scream not really escaping
lips that will not speak again

(I am here, can\x92t you see me?
Don\x92t you feel the shadow you
pass by...
walk over...
reject...
run through by paying no heed?)

Is love an abstract thought?
It\x92s present absence overwhelming
An empty fucking void where my heart should be
A viscous solitude to drown out my words

(Why won\x92t you stay?
Can\x92t you talk to me a while,
watch me...
touch me...
reject...
kill with words instead of silence?)

I\x92ll take your hatred any day
in stead of your indifference
At least the wounds, the hurts, are real
and the scars a lasting remembrance