"Your face it haunts, my once pleasant dreams." ~Amy Lee
I see your eyes when I close mine.
At that haunting hour
On the day when I will shrink back and cower.
They all keep asking, but I just shrug it off and repeat, "I'm fine."
I'm a record player,
And I keep repeating her song,
"A selfish slayer."
Every time I let someone close enough to change the song,
Maybe even one day change the album.
I run.
Most days I just want to say, "Aw phuck it, I'm done."
Give up.
Abdicate.
Concede.
Conform...
Just feel the pavement.
It understands my lament.
Just feel the cold steel.
I wish I couldn't feel.
I want to wake up,
Instead of giving up.
I want to rewind,
I hope it's you I find.
I miss you so much,
I'll never again feel your touch.
Somehow you've molded me into the best parts of you.
You marked my flesh.
Raped my soul.
Carved your sick ambition into my mind.
When will I ever find...
The girl who can make my heart stop.
The one who can have me either way, but likes to kiss me ontop.
But why is it your tears that haunt my fears?
Why is it my horrid dreams that make me think of all these things?
Sometimes I can still hear your voice,
Begging me
Pleading me
Bleeding for me
To make that choice.
But I was a coward.
A traitor.
Your martyr.
Your pathetic little lottie.
I never knew another human being could do so much to change me.
I look in the mirror,
And you're behind me.
Your hands upon me.
Your eyes penetrating mine.
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
You were the holocaust inside my heart.
My reason for never allowing myself to cry.
The one thing that destroys my will to try.
The girl who tore me apart.
~Annaid Tnecniv Soienitrep~
 Alucarda Incarnate · Sat May 19, 2007 @ 06:36am · 1 Comments |
