A Game Of Paralysis

I am still, my breathing slows
Pulse rushing, exhausted
Drained, hardly alive
A lagged, paralytic struggle
Bruised and used to the very core
Yet I still play and taunt
Thickened black below
Violent red above
I am inbetween worlds
Grabbed, snatched, falling back
Whatever reaches out of the dark
Wants me, intensely
But I float away, teasing
You can't have me
Or maybe you can
Here... feel that, hear that
Just within reach, almost
You can't see my eyes
I dare not raise them
But you know what they show
And that makes it worse
Instead my red lips display it
Defiance, amusement, pain, fear
You can have all of that
And more?
Do you still want it back?


~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008