Stoic

[novium]

Listen
It’ll be alright, she says
The little voice in my head
Of who I try to be
Beyond  all frailty

Peace, she says
And let serenity linger
As if there’s beauty in this
As if I weren’t eroding away
Snowman in the rain

It’ll all come together, she thinks
And i’m afraid these are lies
And I’m afraid that they’re not
So desperate are the small desires
So humble when we’re sure to be denied
Living at the knife’s edge
And it’s sweet and it’s sharp

And if I’m slowly coming apart
If I’m slowly bleeding through the seams
It’ll all be quiet and secret
And no one will see what’s missing
Aching in dreams