Distort your words with heartache,
pervert your head with lies
as I fall apart perfectly, and fall down right at your side.
And 'nothing is impossible'
except revealing the uncut truth.
So lock the covers over us, and I'll keep following you.
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
A Picture Put In Her Place
Sketchy outlines of a distant girl;
the emotionless eyes stare through me.
Shadows existing do not surface here,
his ink didn't embrace them.
Where do those lines lead?
Not to her smile, the one that hides anything of depth and worth.
But let it smile, let her smile,
while her paper browns and curls
and falls from her perfect reflection.
the emotionless eyes stare through me.
Shadows existing do not surface here,
his ink didn't embrace them.
Where do those lines lead?
Not to her smile, the one that hides anything of depth and worth.
But let it smile, let her smile,
while her paper browns and curls
and falls from her perfect reflection.
Monday, 14 March 2011
Nowhere Near Enough
The crucial words that sound so sweet
slip out your bitter lips and fall,
and stay shattered on the bathroom floor beside your empty bottle of alcohol.
Held back to avoid being spoiled by the upshot,
but makes no difference to how you touch her...
just as I'm irretrievably lost to confining blackness.
And we both hear each other's screaming but who knows what the hell for?
Take me, only me and me entirely
or otherwise turn away your back and let me turn mine.
This is a permanent laceration - unnecessary, for this torment should not be mine.
There is no limitation to the extent to which I hate.
In myself I've never found a want to hate so strong,
for every lie you drivel out and each contradicting glance.
Regardless,
in myself I've never found a love this staunch.
slip out your bitter lips and fall,
and stay shattered on the bathroom floor beside your empty bottle of alcohol.
Held back to avoid being spoiled by the upshot,
but makes no difference to how you touch her...
just as I'm irretrievably lost to confining blackness.
And we both hear each other's screaming but who knows what the hell for?
Take me, only me and me entirely
or otherwise turn away your back and let me turn mine.
This is a permanent laceration - unnecessary, for this torment should not be mine.
There is no limitation to the extent to which I hate.
In myself I've never found a want to hate so strong,
for every lie you drivel out and each contradicting glance.
Regardless,
in myself I've never found a love this staunch.
Saturday, 12 March 2011
UnderCovers
How empty must we be
to be unable to speak of how we feel,
to put a word to the feelings inside and out?
Disorientated by pleasure we don’t want...
but we do.
And it’s her but we pretend otherwise
so that we can pretend to survive
without breathing like we used to,
with each other.
Shy Uprising
As my mind drifts with their smoke
your cigarettes carry me home.
Within ourselves we hide
and behind those sullen eyes
I see genius thoughts of anarchy
caged behind glass and cigarette smiles.
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
A Day At School
Stare through translucent shapes
to colourless views of grey.
No personality to shine down smiles,
nothing to provoke emotions of any kind.
Bland, flavourless, bleak and dry,
such an empty, ugly sky.
to colourless views of grey.
No personality to shine down smiles,
nothing to provoke emotions of any kind.
Bland, flavourless, bleak and dry,
such an empty, ugly sky.
Shine This Light With Me
A stone-cold sober mind wanders
and wants
stone-cold metal, silver against her devilish kiss.
To breathe in twice
and watch the flame as it alters her desire
makes them smile
with their devilish lips.
Black darkness conceals
the stepping stone to seeing
the world as it is, as it could, as it should be.
Hold her tighter than the fumes of intoxication
and press your devilish lips up against hers,
This wasn't what she waited for.
and wants
stone-cold metal, silver against her devilish kiss.
To breathe in twice
and watch the flame as it alters her desire
makes them smile
with their devilish lips.
Black darkness conceals
the stepping stone to seeing
the world as it is, as it could, as it should be.
Hold her tighter than the fumes of intoxication
and press your devilish lips up against hers,
This wasn't what she waited for.
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