Saturday, August 18, 2007

medusa

wonder why she's moving away
with the last razor blade across her wrist
opening the wounds. the word love being scratched
i guess happiness never meant to last in this topsy turvy world
filled with horrific memory. moving images
oh dear. she's leaving tonight
her presence never felt again
everyone she touched were bound to break
wondering why she's doing this to herself
the smile she once wore has faded away
how can two hearts beat as one
how can two soul combine if everything was meant to be
pills she found just make her sleep
the promise that will haunt her
always in her best nighmares and worst of dreams
slow constructed manifestication
pleasure has nothing on the miracle of need
winter mornings drift through the evenings
driving through the darkness with her fingers cross
using my eyes as her navigatoras i feared to tell her my wish
to wait for after dark and we'll try not to forget
who we once are
these words play out and try to drown us down
make sure we'll keep it in our arms
the lies contain within oneself kept in our heart

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