Salvation

       Pain is more beautiful than anything I've ever known. Does that sound so terrible?

       As I lay awake in bed, I watch the ceiling. I see things other people don t see.
       Does that make me odd?
       I hear things that others cannot hear.
       Does that make me unsound?
       I feel things that others don t feel.
       Does that make me humane?
       I know things that others couldn t possibly know.
       Does that make me wise?
       Are you going to turn away from me now? Like you always do.
       Are you going to shut me out now? Like you ve always done?
       And I lay here in bed. Wondering. Waiting. Like I always do. Like I've always done.
       Things seem to go by in a blur, everything streaming together like watercolors.
       I rarely see light any longer. I rarely see color anymore.
       The life of me has bled dry. I never wanted to be saved before, and now it doesn t seem like the worst thing in the world.
        You know, I sense things other people don t.
        What does that make me?




(Edited by Fallen at 10:31 pm on Jan. 15, 2002)