Monday, September 1, 2008

Lisa - The Prayers and Tears of Arthur Digby Sellers

There's nothing I could call this
No architecture for the order of things
When I sat and watched you sleeping
Before the trucks arrived
Boxed up your better life
I wrote you letters for a while

Left to haunt this sad estate
In hollow walls and empty halls
But all I saw was
Some doll that you'd abandoned
So I crawled inside
Where the stiching helf me tight
And hoped that you'd come back to find me sometime

I hope that you forgive me
For being so severe
Your proximity was clouding my account of what was real here
You're eight years old
I'm stuck inside the wall
You always talk
But never hold me and I wish
That you would ask me how I'm feeling
There's so much I want to tell you
About the way I'm disappearing
And so many years have passed
since that
I left the house
I left the map
To my new wall
You must have never found it
And I heard that you got married
And I hope she helps you fall asleep these days

Cuz I knew the ways
When you were eight
You're not what I imagined
You'd become when we were younger
But I'm still in love with that one
And I've since found your parents' house
And live inside the wall
But you don't ask about me
When you call.

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