It’s through shallow eyes And loose fingers Which you grip the world So much easier To slip Through my icy embrace Than to accept For a moment My silence is not For nothing You see it As sin When I keep walking Stepping over, on And around Peering with vacant eyes And gnarled claws With which to throttle the void Choosing to fall Into that frozen stare To rage in defiance For all of time Against the accursed silence The sinful blanket That smothers Threatening to walk away Flee then coward Avoidance a tool In which to punish The world This piece was written with Mike from Mike's Manic Word Depot If you haven't yet read any of his work, I would recommend you stop by his blog and check it out. He is certainly one of the greater talents here on WordPress, and beyond. A master of confessional poetry and prose. Mike also has a book being released on March 1st called NOTCHES. Keep an eye out for that.