Parole me

I am a dim shadow on your wall inside the reflection of your shadow as if; I was never there at all offended pillows spit their poison into dreams I\'ve been resting my head on failed suicides I wake up from stollen dreams- all gone the space once occupied is cold pretend you don\'t know-how close the distance is now you made it so far away; it is I\'ll be waiting for the world to discover my absence I count the letters that I\'ve written time is a teasing machine and I tease the rain with my trembling finger tips I loose myself in the pine colour of thy eyes and the perpetual mystery of your skin the words you receive carelessly pretend not to know the scale tips and weighs the stones I can no longer lift so parole me from thy pine eyes.