Why so plastic?

its all breaking
falling apart for naught
not caring, just yearning
yearning for the fire,
or the ice

the dark has promise
the light is what blinds
in the dark there is comfort in dreaming
the light comes bearing the lies of a comfortable reality
Lies
give me the dark
you can have the light
im forced to stare at the world through my plastic eyes
i could make the choice,..but im not much of a decision maker..
to choose the inky black silence where everything is safer

now that i think about it,
its not really the light,
or even the false sense of control over anything in my life
or even the threat of loss and hurt,
that eventually causes the great emptyness inside..

its the fact that i have to see it,
while contending with this hollow feeling, refusing to die...

to just look on uncaringly......with these plastic eyes.........


Thank you,
~John~