ignore the words
that scatter through my mouth

instead let me paint you a story across your lips
my tongue is the paintbrush that will reveal the secrets behind my scars

let me inhale the life that is within you
let our breath become one, allow my heart to finally steady

let's explore the rythm of each others' bodies
and i'll sing you the song that i can't ever remember the words to

instead of bleeding, let's exhaust our lust
and sweat out the bleakness that dominates our hours of the night

taste the desires that linger within the gaze of my eyes
they speak more than my words can ever say

Being good enough is entirely subjective.

Not knowing,
but understanding,
that you'd never be.

So alone I stand,
record as clean as a babe's.

Not because no one's good enough.
But because I'll never be good enough.

When they leave,
One
By
One,
I never protest.

I watched,
and empathised.

What I have,
everyone has.

What I lack,
anyone can make up for

I only wish for that simple happiness.
Of love.

Yet how can I?

Thus I'm content,
in my halfheartedsoul,
that I will never be anyone's cup of tea;
should never be.

They deserve better,
much better,
but I just can't help myself,
from thinking,
if.

They're all moving on.
Better lives,
Better them.

I'm happy,
for them.

Yet I can't help,
but despair.

Who's gonna pull me out?

None but I.

But for the life of me,
I can't bring myself to.

Help,
for I'm sinking deeper.

Help,
for I can't help myself.

Help,
for this self-pity to end.

None that knows this misery,
for it'll be they who hurt.

Enough that I'm the only,
left in a destructive shell.

Time after time,
I thought I'm moving,
finally,
to a peaceful,
healthier life.

Time and again,
I fall back,
into this pit of darkness,
as though screaming,
yet unheard.

It hurts,
to know none bother,
Or notice.

I beg,
for the day of eternal release.

THE FOREST THAT BLOOMS IN YOUR MYSTIC LAP
SEEKING THE ROOT OF RAIN-DROP,,
THAT ROLLS FROM THE DEEP BLUE FORE-HEAD.
MY LOVE!
YOU, THE DROP THAT SURROUNDS THE BLOOM
MY LORD!
YOU, THE BLOOM THAT SWALLOWS THE DROP

OH MY LORD! BLESS ME TO BE A REFERENCE
OH MY LOVE! KINDLE ME TO BE A REVERENCE
IN THIS ETERNAL SEARCH FOR YOUR BLESSED UNISON
SWEET WOUNDS ARE CHISELED ON THIS BAMBOO SOUL
WHEN YOU ARE THERE AS CONSOLING CURE
CAN NOT I HUG THE OOZING PAIN ?
CAN NOT I **** OUT SORROWS?

YOUR LIPS MADE ME A FLUTE
MY MAD BREATH HAS BECOME A TUNE
I FLOW LIKE AN ANCIENT LONGING
IN YOUR FRAGRANT OCEAN I AM MERGING
LIKE A FLOWER FLOATING IN YOUR HEART

OH MY LORD
LET MY LIFE KISS THE JINGLE OF YOUR ANKLET
IN THIS ANCIENT BALLAD
WORD IS NOT ONLY A WORD--- BUT ALSO A GREEN DREAM
SPORT IS NOT ONLY A SPORT-- BUT ALSO A CONCEIVING HUE

OH MY LOVE!
BE GRACIOUS LIKE A WARM SONG IN MY VEINS
LET ME SURROUND YOU LIKE A RAINDROP
LET ME ROUND YOU LIKE A CREEPER
LET ME SING YOU LIKE A FLUTE

OH MY LORD! OH MY LOVE!
DON"T HESITATE TO BLESS ME
--- A WOUND ------- A CURE
OH MY LOVE! BE MY EXPERIENCE!