Friday, October 5, 2012

My Skin


Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here
That I don't understand
 



Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
 
 I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable

Contempt loves the silence
It thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils
That strangle the heart
 



They say that promises
Sweeten the blow
But I don't need them
No, I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable

I'm a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour
And untouchable
 



Oh, I need
The darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this

I need
A lullaby
A kiss goodnight
Angel sweet
Love of my life
Oh, I need this

I'm a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour
And untouchable
 



Do you remember the way
That you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness
I loved and adored?

Your face saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them

I need
The darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this
 



I need
A lullaby
A kiss goodnight
The angel sweet
Love of my life
Oh, I need this

Well, is it dark enough?
Can you see me?
Do you want me?
Can you reach me?
Or I'm leaving

You better shut your mouth
Hold your breath
Kiss me now, you'll catch your death
Oh, I mean it
Oh, I need this. 
 





 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

A Lack of Color


 And when i see you
I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around, turns you around



If you feel discouraged
That there's a lack of color here
Please don't worry lover
It's really bursting at the seams
For absorbing everything
The spectrum's a to z
 


This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years
All the girls in every girlie magazine
Can't make me feel any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone
 


To call at 7:03 and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home
But i know it's too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay



This is fact not fiction
For the first time in years