Subliminal's blog: "Subliminal Lies"

I don't want to be here, he said as he beckoned her around the corner

with a whisper and a haze, he smiled and swayed against her breeze

I want to fade into the everlasting and the infinite, he said

I don't want to be here anymore, he said with a brush of a finger upon her lips

a subtle breath wrapped around the finger and brought him a sigh of warmth

lost in the frigid freezing of night, in the foot of snow around their ankles

a million flakes, all individual but essentially the same, like the people they were

I want to live forever in the stars, lost in the ether of space, he said to clouded eyes

that saw without seeing, without understanding what lay beneath the surface

of his Forever, and his Skin and the Breath that hung from his Lips like a low fog

she saw without seeing and did not understand as he said, I don't want to be here

one more time from the lips of a confessing man boy child grown up lost

under the current of the sea, sucking him back out to the oblivion.

She shook her head, misunderstand and walked away from the boy in the snow behind a broken brick building

she left without a second glance, lost in the haze of his breath and words and cologne.

She was just as lost as he was, but into something else, disparate and different, 

she would never understand those last words as she walked into the night toward the coven of friends,

young children chanting a witch's prayer in tongues that spoke beneath their inane words.

Ideologically starved and depraved, deprived of what had come before them and she realized something

something true and beneath the surface, the words she understood, the meaning and intent in a flash

like the brilliance of god, she understood without a second guess and the haze left her eyes with a shake and a sigh.

A turn, a nod, a glance over her shoulder and the boy under the phosphorescent light was no more

lost in the snow and the space and the stars, and that ethereal ether of Oblivion. 

Called back to her world, on those trails through the snow under the lights and down the road

they could almost see those rough painted lines here, broken and jagged yellow and light 

devoid of colour under these lights. She whispered to herself and smiled a subtle thing no one noticed, and 

she plucked from the congregation, speaking in tongues beneath the surface a beautiful boy

tall and lanky, greasy hair hanging over his eyes, and she pulled him into the desecrated alleyway

with a whisper and a smile, and she told him, lips brushing his ear with an inaudible whisper, she told him

I don't want to be here, anymore. She said, with nothing more than a white fog breath 

and she turned and left into the darkness, and in that darkness, between the buildings lost and defiled.

She faded into the fog of her own breath and tall and lanky was left on his own, 

on the brokendown street under a burnt out street lamp. I don't want to be here, he screamed 

a scream that echoed through the silence without a squeak, and he felt the tremble of his heart.

Lost in the forever of mortality, there was no escape and his head pounded with an abstract torment

he stood gibbering to himself for a long moment, lost in the chill that ran through his veins. 

He breathed, and he returned to the handful of boy-girls and girl-boys outside the mouth of the alley,

under a streetlamp and rhyming themselves into oblivion, chanting out a warriors call.

Surrounded by them on all sides, circling around him like a hunting pack, he had never felt so alone

he had never felt so - lost.

He took a breath that hung on the stickiness of the 3 dollar wine that was meant to warm his insides,

tall and lanky tapped a girl on her shoulder, black hair and blacker eyes still, glittering with stainless steel and silver

and the crimson of costume stones, and he smiled with coherence. It was understanding in the deepest level

and he left her there, with a scribbled note on her palm. I don't want to be here, it said in black jagged strokes.

They called after him, they screamed and with a turn, a twist, a nod and a smile, he said -

I'm going home.