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2002-09-25 - 10:15 p.m. "I have kept these words for a long time. They mean something very different than what they did years ago: the wait is the worst for you because of you terrible to imagine thing a heart so full of holes lets the cold in it just might freeze crack in half break and shatter crushed far too much under your delicate touch the wait is the worst no current to feel still dead calm up to my knees shallow lake drops fall random echoes from my eyes raining the song, my mouth can't sing my words for you are gone looking for that part that cares longing for your touch my beautiful force angel deepest armored desire how much can you despise what you want most of all come before I forget I want to feel you again before I remember its price claws that dig so deep into me understanding everything I am time to lay down and sleep break the calm maybe you'll hear maybe you'll come wade through these tears I can see you looking down on me other side of that wall translucent shield distorted image did you come for me save me from myself again its so much like you being there only after I've given up just in time to keep me alive I don't want it did I ever this was a trick not you you didn't do it can't claim these scars as yours claws opened wide to embrace me see them bleed again pluck me from my sleep tell me all your lies everything I want to believe its all wrong that's right yet still, I hold you just as tight as I ever did as I ever could you know I would never let go made up of imperfect pieces puzzle best left unsolved when I shatter you try to put me back together you feel pity like that means something all desires hidden behind that beautiful smile using that weapon it cuts deep in me hollow soul just those eyes tear through me like nothing can other could destroy but who else touches what I am fond of watching what comes pouring out to leave now sentinel of stone immovable decision seeking your embrace leave this place dreams of dreams to fly soar through the sky on the wings of Icarus though, he could never get as high his heart was never as cold as mine intoxication pushing me on your beauty the only one more violent than the sun searching for you every dream I ever wanted true to find you is the end icy touch warming my inside melting my wax and so I fall plunge to my lake again again all alone nothing left save shattered bone float face down crowd of shadows busy watching the moon unnoticed I drift to a different place" Who are you Swedish-Monk? People give up, People rationalize, People suffer, People can't explain why, People try and try, As much as people want an ending, As much as people want an embrace, people know that there's something there, Above people's comprehension, Above people's desires, Above people's pain, And there it stays.
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