Minuit's blog: "PaRaDoX"

The Things I don't say

I'm always reaching, grasping, kneeling

At a ghost fading through my fingertips

I'm always hurting, bleeding, healing,

Over the absent softness of your aspirin lips

I'm always wishing, sleeping, dreaming

Of a masquerade with a masked stranger

I'm always stripping, removing, revealing

Embracing the elements of danger

I'm always shooting, smoking, drinking

Not giving a damn about my health

I'm always fading, crying, trying

Losing the battle with myself

 
I'm always singing, playing, staying

Awake on your caffeine correspondence

I'm always breathing, living, dying

Wrapped up and warm in your immaculate bondage