When you were still
I would dress you
you became, to me, a living maniquin
I swathed you,
in pain made of silk
love like wool, and synthetic bliss
Wrapped you up
sewed you shut
and displayed you in my own little world
Who knows
all the changes in you
rages of fall
and distant in summer
you winter soars
and spring pulls me under
what peace
a taste of you complete
the long kiss
is the midst of blinded love
You delayed warmth
left in heart beats not yet done
I am broken for you
my will woun't let me breath
You bind me in your depths
you take me
still, and powerless
and leave me blissful
in the tresses of you hair
I am out in the dark tonight. I am sitting in the complete scilence hanging on it's every word. The darkness knows more than it lets on, and speaks volumes to me without a whisper. It swaths me in it's warmth and there I will now sleep.
I break
I'm shattered
I dance in broken mirrors
the light
it plays it's trick
darts at me
draws me nearer
I fear
what I might find
tripping on a stray shard
I cut the line
and drift away
The point still unmarred
There is nothing less amazing to you than me
You see me as the safe choice
The yawn you look at last
A little bit vanilla
Some one you can look past
Well I am here to tell you
that I never left
while the men in you life faulter
You weap upon my chest
I am still you pillar
while they all fall away
I never disappoint you
but you keep me at bay
I know you may never love me
but I'll wait for you
And while you love all the others
I'm glad to be your fool
For what it's worth
I was never good at finding all the right words
I let you drift away
And my pride was what finally let me burn
it's insane to think I could go back
I worked it out, and you were right
I fought the deamons of my own illusions
and ended up with only fists full of the night
I scream my self to sleep
I swath myself in bloody pain
It's beyond what I can take
I think you've ended me...
I need just a minute
some thing has knocked me down again
I read all the wrong sign posts
lost myself to internal violence
I keep beating on myself
the bruises I leave there I still find regetable
and when I hide from you
it's only that your pain I still find unsuitable
I rip the walls down for you
and all you do is look away
I hide the pain I feel for you
and still I find I have to play
your toughtless kind of game
