Uncomfortable truth.
It might be silent after.
At least they know.

For the record
I have those feelings
The feelings I promised I didn't have

An uncomfortable truth to admit
Don't be silent
I don't act upon it

So I hear the trio of voices once more
I can't afford to be a coward
So I listen to these voices

They say it together
Uncomfortable silence and an uncomfortable truth
Doesn't this hurt?

Well, yes but it's apart of adulting
“The guilt of not saying something?”
Well, I do have that but what about the guilt if I do?
“For the record, this is self-destructive.”
Well, For the record, I know. Let those feelings die.

I'll let my uncomfortable truth become a memory
When that memory fades, we will stay just Best Friends
Best friends forever that don't have feelings like that for you anymore

So I got asked,
"Would you rather...An Uncomforting Truth or A Comforting Lie?"
And I think the truth is always best...

When my headaches get bad again,
When they envelop my brain whole,
I want to run to you, just I don't

When it spreads to my eyes,
When I just want to keep them shut,
I want to let them tear up, but the masking

When my ears ache with each sound,
When all I need is quiet and a break
I can because I don't have time for that

When it goes to my jaw amd my face
When sliences me from the pain
I just let it, I let it just be there

So I scream and scream
Your name, with pain
But nothing comes out because of the pain.

I quietly lay and I quietly breathe
Lost of my senses
Waiting...

I'm really not interested in your bigotry
It's not my fault that you've spent your life standing in judgement of others
You wouldn't recognise God even if you had bumped into Him at the supermarket
Because you're too busy trying to find the devil behind every rock

A tree's roots
Deep in the ground
Like little fingers
Calling me down

Says it softly
A few simple words
In a poem maybe
Or is it a tune?

It sticks in my head
Its sickly rhyme
Echoing and never changing
Word unspoken ring

"Pretty girls and pretty boys
Come meet my roots
Come and lie down
And hurt no more

Listen to me, pretty being
Listen closely and fully
Open your ears
And  open your heart, dear

Pretty things happen here
No pain nor suffering
Just me hugging you
Me and the worms"

I scream near the tree
A shovel waiting this time
Tempting and calling me
Over and over again

I scream at the roots
And at the godforsaken tree
I scream at the branches
And the cursed leaves its bears

"Why, why, why!
Why do you say such things?
I want nothing to do with you!
With you and your worms!"

My feet won't move
The godforsaken tree has me
Its roots hold me here
Here staring at the tree

Quietly it speaks again
Quietly it says a new tune
Softly it pushes me foreward
Closer to it personal shovel

"Hush, hush, you want this
You want to be held
You want to pick it up
So you can be held once more

Hush, hush, pretty being
Let my roots hold you
Let me comfort you
Let me, pretty being,let me

Shush, shush, stop your crying
Stop your harsh words
And stop those tears
I am here now
Let me wipe those tears"

I collapse into the earth
I fall into its roots
Crying and heaving
I fall into its embrace
My end is here and i bid farewell

Asmodeus visits in the night
Whispers in my ear
The cravings deep inside
Grow with his words
A warmth deep inside flourishes as the sun sets

It grows and spreads
The farther it goes
The more I want satisfaction
To be held roughly
To be a pleasure object
Asmodeus whispers become a feeling...Lust

Lustful thoughts
Need, no, want
To be pinned
Tied and Felt up
With his lust, I just want to be the good girl

While his whispers happen
Hands wander
Clothes become something unbearable
And no matter how close
It isn't close enough
What was just whispers is louder now

He talking now
Guiding, gently, softly
Expressing wants that are becoming needs
Needing and wanting to become a blurry line
Pleasure at the words leaving his mouth

Lost in his words now
Lost in the moment
So close, so close for both
Wanting to close at the same time
Holding on with every fiber

Every fiber holding on
Until its impossible and you feel it
That ecstasy and thrill
That feeling you feel through your whole body
Muscles tensed up and out of breath...his voice has quieted...for now

Two bodies
Intertwined
Nails and kisses
So close

Noises of delight
One higher
One lower
So harmonic

Pace quickens
Closer and closer
Fantasies accomplished
All the while, you want it to never end

But a warmth spreads
Faces contort
Breaths heave
As it comes to a close