Mistaken

At night, I shut my eyes so tight
To meet you where I wished I might
In a place not here nor there to see
A place known only by the person in me

A place of happiness, hope and glee,
To help to push back my melancholy
This place is not touched, not by hand, or by sight
But I sneak away here, me and him, deep at night

Deep within my stricken chest
A shivering man lie within my breast
A man so cold, so distant, so shy
Only he can control the ways I cry

He has always been and will always be
Until there is an end to me
Without he there is not an I
For he determines the day I die

When pain strikes hard he feels the blow
He takes the pain deep down below
Only with me will he shed his cries,
How sad when tears fall from my eyes.

I fight by day, he hurts at night
in taking my pain for my delight
Only he can feel the pain I swallow,
After my hurt, he often will follow

From start to end he is my life
Until comes at him a glistening knife
And at this time he cries til rest,
He falls deep down within my chest...

Without he I cannot go on
From life to death and then beyond
When he retires to his darkened bed
And when he does, I rest my head.

No more will blood flow to my eyes,
To mouth, to hands, or make us cry
He knows the limit, no more can be taken
At this time life is called mistaken.

When tons are dropped upon my chest
At this time we must go to rest.
When all the pain builds up from the start
No more can live my broken heart.

Copyright ©2001 Nick Giacona