phone call

you haunt my desire, my eyes deny the pain, i wait for your voice and almost feel ashamed, my offer despair in tribute to old rhymes, of unanswered love, lost pride, and wasted time, love, hate, and panic, my words fall dead at your feet, where my hope fears not to tread, i still believe that in time your heart will see, from static to calm, reaction to resolve, your voice so cold as i quickly lose control, wherever you go, remember me, and my struggle to kill this dependency, with battle lines drawn, between pride and slow decay, my mind beckons on to kill the pain, but my heart still bleeds your name