A thousand words, a thousand cries, a thousand times I hear your lies
Your dark disguise your deep, lost eyes, your soul gave birth to my demise
I hear the call, I know your need, I give, you take, your wretched feed
But I digress, I want it less, clawing, bleeding, digging out this mess
This wreck, this ice, this coal, this steel, these veins, this heart that makes me feel
Deep down I dig, deep down I shred, these dark, dark dreams inside my head,
but down and down I pave my way, I try stop all of this decay,
you cuss you curse you spit my name, I bear no witness, I feel no shame
You know my weakness, or so you claim, but I won't play this fucking game
Now all is quiet, you had your say, your chorus fades, my blood, your prey...
your tragic love, your life dismay, a hundred reasons I should stay
RAIN down your problems, rain down your tears, tell me all your hidden fears,
your evil way, your mortal play ... a hundred reasons you can stay away.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
A Final Love Song
Swiftly, softly, undeniably yours, the ghost of you still lingers around me..
Always from the corner of my eye, never in focus, what I hope to be you eludes me...night after night I dream...I scream...never sure whether the past or the future scares me the most...your eyes were my solace from a fool's lament.
Swiftly, softly, undeniably yours, I'm holding on to the darkness that I choose to hide, comforting in its merciless humanity even though it drags me further towards the unseen...I never wanted this journey without you.
Swiftly, softly, undeniably yours, if I could share your burden I would, but there is no hero in this, just a soul and a heart in a power struggle for your attention.
I am swiftly, softly, undeniably yours.
Always from the corner of my eye, never in focus, what I hope to be you eludes me...night after night I dream...I scream...never sure whether the past or the future scares me the most...your eyes were my solace from a fool's lament.
Swiftly, softly, undeniably yours, I'm holding on to the darkness that I choose to hide, comforting in its merciless humanity even though it drags me further towards the unseen...I never wanted this journey without you.
Swiftly, softly, undeniably yours, if I could share your burden I would, but there is no hero in this, just a soul and a heart in a power struggle for your attention.
I am swiftly, softly, undeniably yours.
The Goddess Hypocrisy
I was very recently given a lecture on the particular kind of women I go for by a female friend I used to have strong feelings for. After, I felt quite troubled, but as I thought about it more and more, I started getting upset, even angry.
Now, essentially, her complaint is that I should "reach for the goddesses, instead of the women who are almost sure to hurt me. She's tired of me getting hurt, and won't be a part of it any longer...
..until I realised, in a moment of troubling clarity, that I've been reaching for the goddesses my whole life, and that they have hurt me more over the years than any of my tattooed little gum-chewing freaks every could or possibly would.
Yeah, some are young, some aren't...but all I know is, even for a moment, they pose real interest, they see something they like...which is more than any of your so-called "goddesses" ever have.
I'm not bitter, I'm just being realistic...years of being good, but not good enough, does leave you feel used. I wish I was alone in this! Hands up, all the people who feel like this!
I'm sick and tired of the fact that the people who tell you that you can do better are exactly the ones who don't pose any interest. Take a look around...the world is a much colder place than you realise.
So, the next time someone tells me I can do better, rephrase the statement and tell me, honestly:
"You can do better...but not better than me."
Now, essentially, her complaint is that I should "reach for the goddesses, instead of the women who are almost sure to hurt me. She's tired of me getting hurt, and won't be a part of it any longer...
..until I realised, in a moment of troubling clarity, that I've been reaching for the goddesses my whole life, and that they have hurt me more over the years than any of my tattooed little gum-chewing freaks every could or possibly would.
Yeah, some are young, some aren't...but all I know is, even for a moment, they pose real interest, they see something they like...which is more than any of your so-called "goddesses" ever have.
I'm not bitter, I'm just being realistic...years of being good, but not good enough, does leave you feel used. I wish I was alone in this! Hands up, all the people who feel like this!
I'm sick and tired of the fact that the people who tell you that you can do better are exactly the ones who don't pose any interest. Take a look around...the world is a much colder place than you realise.
So, the next time someone tells me I can do better, rephrase the statement and tell me, honestly:
"You can do better...but not better than me."
Love's Labour Lost
What is it about love that makes us fools?
Loving someone tends to bring you to extremes...but with your head in the clouds, how can you honestly expect to deal with anything rationally? Love takes you to a level of happy that is hard to achieve otherwise and, on the flip side, can take you to a ground bottom...which is all good and well, if you had the good sense to be able to deal with this kind of thing, but love does impair judgement...there is no denying the fact.
Now, I pose my question: When it comes to love, is it really better to have love and lost than to never have loved at all? It seems like everything you experience while in love goes against any natural order, or even basic survival instinct. Is that what we define as human nature? The things we do that goes against everything our mind tells us, but what the heart demands?
How can we really survive as a species if we tend to, more often than not, willingly subscribe to unrational, unnatural and even possibly irresponsible behavior?
Loving someone tends to bring you to extremes...but with your head in the clouds, how can you honestly expect to deal with anything rationally? Love takes you to a level of happy that is hard to achieve otherwise and, on the flip side, can take you to a ground bottom...which is all good and well, if you had the good sense to be able to deal with this kind of thing, but love does impair judgement...there is no denying the fact.
Now, I pose my question: When it comes to love, is it really better to have love and lost than to never have loved at all? It seems like everything you experience while in love goes against any natural order, or even basic survival instinct. Is that what we define as human nature? The things we do that goes against everything our mind tells us, but what the heart demands?
How can we really survive as a species if we tend to, more often than not, willingly subscribe to unrational, unnatural and even possibly irresponsible behavior?
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