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Can't think of any other way to say
What drives me mad each and every day...
I wish I never knew you,
So that I could one day be okay with losing you.
The memories are filling my head,
Making all my other thoughts seem dead.
I wish I could forget you,
Wish that I could somehow make this right
Without some awful fight-
Wish that I could taste those lips again tonight.
So many wishes, too many dreams
It all boils down to 'nothing's ever as it seems.'
Why can't we just erase the board?
Start over, with a brand new color.
Your tears fed my rage,
Like this match that lit our fuse.
But now I'm alone again on my stage,
Singing a bitter tune of self-abuse.
The volatile disciple speaks,
To an empty theater she set on fire.
"I was nothing but another one of your targets,
Your own personal bird on a wire."
Whispered attempts of progress
Disappear as I slip on the dress.
Paint on another mask amongst my flesh,
And file into the single line like all the rest.
Sip down the nectar,
Feel the burn.
Twist through the night like a rouge specter-
Spin, twirl and turn.
Dance away the ache,
Drink to each and every mistake.
Will one of these vessels take my hand?
Make a stand,
Against my reclusive demand?
Should I give you a chance?
You sure look like you can dance.
What was I expecting?
I fell in love with the whore,
Thought it all meant something more, thought we really were connecting.
And now I lay here alone on a cold studio floor.
My mind runs on time and tension,
Veins always popping in suspension.
Isn't there some other chemical?
Some other mind altering invention?
My muse has vanished,
And I've been forsaken; banished.
What's next?
That's what has me vexed.
Who will take what's left of me?
Can any of them remind me who I wanted to be?
Is it my turn yet?
When will it be my turn to learn
What it's like to feel that stinging burn?
Can't it just be
Simple and free?
"I like you, and you like me"
Let's shed our layers,
Try to see what's within our empty stares.
Well it's a lesson finally learned,
A doused flame, that still some how burns.
Here's my confession for the file,
Before I spend another morning on the tile.
I want to wake up with a smile,
Even if it's just for a little while.
 Alucarda Incarnate · Mon Apr 19, 2010 @ 04:52pm · 0 Comments |
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