Strangers

10/30/2008

I open my eyes to morbid existence,

Staring, into the afternoon sun.

I look around for my bag of reasons,

To find it has none.

Yet, the day seems to pull me out,

Of my silver shell,

And I walk into the world,

Gone cold as hell.

I walk upon a couple of strangers,

And I follow them for miles.

Following close, as I'd heard,

Contagious are smiles.

My mind breaks out,

And runs about.

Into another world of mine.

I begin to laugh,

I begin to shout,

And the world begins to shine.

In a while, I look around,

to find the strangers gone.

And I stare at my smiling face,

As the night carved out dawn.

I go back to my shell,

Happier than ever,

Everything seems well,

Like it had never.

And I was drifting into the arms of sleep,

The two strangers beside me did creep,

Smiling still, I asked for a name.

They turned around,

Made no sound,

And fell into my arms.

Then I heard them say,

What made them stay,

Was the smile I gave..

Leaving seemed impossible to be,

Cause the strangers were pieces of me