You ask me how it feels
to see the world in dark variation
where the bright blue sky makes me want cry
for it is too bright for my bitter heart
And I answer you
that there is no feeling
not like when you are layed down
under the stars gaze
and the scratches along your skin
are from my own bloody hands
You ask me why I need to see your tears
as they flow over your supple cheeks
and into your smiling mouth
because you know why
and I need only to lean down
to whisper, "Your mine"
You ask me what I want
as you flip me over
where the floor is cold from the night sky
and chills run up my body
And I answer you
that I want everything
and nothing
because you are an empty being
as empty as me
who craves something to ease the hatred
that oozes out of our words
to stain innocents hearts
And this
this is why I ask you
when I flip you back around
and I lean my grin close to your chest
and whisper, "Let me in"
Will you let me in?
So that I can dig deep inside whatever tomb lay hidden
beneath your skin and your bruises
to reach that inner roar you hold
Because my final question could never be spoken
for it is air itself that we breath
that answers it for us
And when my hands wrapped your neck
it was never meant for harm
but to show my deepest regret
because I am so ashamed to love you
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