2 September 2011

Can you see me now?

angry-eyes

I could feel your eyes on me

Your cold, dead eyes on me

I could feel the spittle

From between

Your clenched teeth

Spray against my cheek

I could hear your words of hate

Feel your fists slam into me

All I want to know is

Can you see me now?

Can you see me

Set the stars alight?

I’m beyond your reach

But I always was

Can you see me now?

Did you ever see me?

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4 comments:

  1. Shivers down the spine. Chilling portrayal of the sinister voyeur. It has the psychological weight and mysterious uncertainty that reminds me of a Polanski film. It leaves you feeling exposed, deeply abused, and tense in a dark arena where you can only sense the slaughter. It is individual as well as state of surveillance that certain social environments impose. How closely it brings the trauma of the eye of destruction deep in the perverted psychotic horror of the one that lurks in the shadows... I was shaken by the lacerating move of facing the stalker in that sub-real zone between

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  2. powerful. there is no revenge. only this. the power to affirm where once you were impeded from doing so. the power to sing without victims

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  3. You need not forgive, or forget. You need to move on. You need to realize that it is not your fault – it was never your fault. You are not the victim, you are the victor. Thank you both very much guys.

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  4. there is a wonderful moment in faulkner's the sound and the fury where the character benji (i think) says 'it's not our fault there's a curse on us it's not our fault.'

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