You fill the hole, but at what price?
I do not feel the pain
Like a warm and violent blanket
You suffocate my pain and my autonomy
The payment of consciousness
And I, I becomes we
Your haze blurs my view
I do not walk, talk, see without you
My power becomes our power
As I fall into you
I fall away from myself
And love erodes into nothingness
There is no freedom and power in this
Unlimited becomes limited
Source fades, fades then is out of sight
All that is left is your thick dark touch
Like a warm fire that gets too close
The pain melts and oozes down deep
The pain of it is hidden,
The pain still lives
Scott Robinson
October 2001
