• Even with breath I cannot detest
    the truth, which is laid to rest
    believe all i have to say
    will go unspoken
    with lies you're like ice and fire
    my only one true desire; your flesh up against my skin
    the truth, the lies
    the truth stays within

    a cold blooded killer
    a f*king liar
    truth and lies all you desire
    i cant look at her
    i cant create these thoughts
    without a trace
    for one forbidden moment i was safe in your arms
    in the next you are gone
    it's been so long now since you breathed upon my skin
    the only dreams that came true
    is that every day i'm losing you    ....

    The way you touch; your once perfect fingers curling around the stone so smooth, and brilliantly but no longer etched with perfection
    yet i cave
    i cannot watch, nor blink
    nor listen for the splash of the undeniable but ultimate fate
    of the stone
    it's too much, perfect or not
    i have even the thought

    there's a smile frozen on my face
    i like the way you're sitting there, in the square, dropping the stone
    into the water
    there is no life when pen meets paper with an angry touch
    i cant take it, i fall away, too much
    it may feel so alive, but the pen is an object and the marks on the paper are sacred
    an expression of emotion
    simply there
    but of course non-living
    much like the stone

    if the stone were in fact alive, i'm sure
    it's breath would not be crushed
    but instead taken away

    i hate the way every thing erases itself after you laugh
    and i think to myself, wow what the ******** am i doing breathing in this bleached air?
    then, there's the way your smile disappears when i say get away from me, it's over and i don't care (any more)
    but i thought you liked finality....

    Like fate meant it to be, your smile now gone, it fades as quickly as the ripples on the surface of the water
    when your smile disappears, it's revealing, you're not like stone, no you're more like a drowned clump of fur
    from an animal who's been kicked too many times
    petty....pathetic...lethargic

    with weak hands and weak skin that clings meekly to your tainted bones
    and loose lips that let the awful, unlawful most meanest and cruel words fly free and drown out my sins
    you lick the words off your lips and savor them
    and yet
    for you to throw the stone, and earth, and love
    to drown and drone
    and for me to all the while, watch your tortured smile disappear
    i ignore every thing else
    it gives me the greatest pleasure, dear.