Beyond the Blur

Where pleasure ends and pain begins

The lines are blurring

Waiting for the letters that no one sends

Life passes me by

Speaking into the phone that is my past

It is my own voice which echoes

Nothing but nothingness at last

As I go through my death throes

Staring into the darkness

A ghostly image it is that I see

It disappears as I reach out towards it

And I realize that it is no one but me

As I gaze into that mirror

Wondering of things that could have been

The pleasure has ended and the pain has begun

No line between the two can now be seen