Until one of us finds a way to escape
We are together trapped upon this earth
For whatever reasons we fail to leave
I'd rather know I've failed
Than have the taste of ecstasy once
Or never
I'd rather know I am hated
Than have the taste of love that will never be
Again
It isn't for anything like honesty
But I prefer to know the truth
Even if I don't practice it
Or understand what it means
I am sinking
Know that it's worse
Than to be loved by someone
My life's been cursed
My flesh burns
For the stain of knowing
And not having
“His reading suggested a man swimming in the sea among the wreckage of his ship, and trying to save his life by greedily clutching first at one spar and then at another.”
