The Wall

What stands in my way?
I feel my organs swell inside
Gorged with sweet blood
Sweet blood that isn't mine

What stands in my way?
I hold my head up so high
A clear lack of concentration
As I choke on my damn pride

What stands in my way?
Indignity for love and life?
Rocks and stones stacked like walls
Built to isolate in spite?

What stands in my way?
Waiting for winds to subside
I can't keep going on believing
That all things will heal in time

What stands in my way?
Self-corrected and contrite
Perhaps my vision here is tainted
But this body can't be mine

What stands in my way?
I fear I've become the poster child
Of uncertainty and treason
The more I open up my mind

What stands in my way?
I'm not sure what's yours or mine
The walls keep getting thicker
Further from what lies behind

What stands in my way?
There is nothing here to hide
I think I recognize myself
But locked doors keep me outside

What stands in my way?
Now I'm really sure inside
This sweet blood is not yours
This life is wholly mine

Mistakes Unerased

Stuck in the middle
But it's not like I know which way to push
Which side is my best bet
The side that minimizes how much it hurts

So selfish in my sorrow
So selfish with regrets
Though I know I'll see you tomorrow
I wonder if you'll see me as well

There's a cold, dim light shining now
Reflecting my faults
Exposing my thoughts, somehow

I'm stuck in the middle
But I don't know which way to push
Which side is my best bet
That minimizes how much it hurts

Mistakes unerased are breeding grounds
They serve no purpose, no place
But now they're all around

So close, so close
I almost spill them all out
The words I over-swallowed
Still safer than shooting about

I know you catch on to my signals
My devices, and I know you'll move on
From subsequent enticements
I know of no outlet
For these images of divinement

So selfish in my sorrow
So selfish in regret
I'm stuck in the middle
There's still no hope yet