In between the lines,

In between the lines.

I see, I know what’s there.

I hear, I know what to expect.

I speak, I know what to say.

I move, I know what to do. 

The tie tightens,

The jacket strips,

The mind wavers,

My grip slips. 

I fall forward, with no remorse.

Not for those I love, cherish, or hold,

Nor the people that’d say I’d burn below. 

The flames are rising, the pulse is fading.

The time is shortening, their hearts are aching. 

The cries and calls over something that has passed,

Will only bother the people who couldn’t make it last.

The past-, reflective of the future. 

The body-,  quivers when exposed to nurture.

The mention of grief-, aligned, only with a memory lost in time, 

The center of the universe, that ventures in my mind. 

The tide of darkness swallows me whole,

Only in your sorrows, my being unfolds. 

That kind-hearted, patient, fragile thing.

Always viewed as an invaluable,

Lost, and mind-boggling fiend. 

But, between the lines,

Between the lines, they all see.

Not who they are, but who they make me out to be. 

My heart and neck will suffer,

Not by my views, nor by theirs;

Coming to the conclusion that no one will be there. 

Now the time has come for me to cross that line,

Ultimately, my body will desperately rest in time.