I can't feel a thing I hope you're wishing It was still your hands Wrapped around my throat I'm so ******* numb I hope you're wishing It was still your body Intertwined with mine
Can I be honest now? Not like you care anyways Have I made you proud? Had to sell my soul Just to make it out I lived in your hell Changed and yet I still drink From the poisoned well
Shaking like a leaf In a bitter wind Trying to just hold on To what's holding me down Knowing if I can't I'll float to a place I don't know And just skitter around
Let this be a reminder That while hell Is cruel and horrific It was this world That made me As dysfunctional And disgusting As I am Hell isn't my Designer
I close my eyes And pretend No. I don't want to know Its not in my control No. You took everything Gave it all to someone new No. You did what you had to I can't be bitter No?
Its the way You turn and look Straight into my soul The way you caress The steering wheel Like its my face The way the sun Seems to radiate Off of you And you ask me "Why are you smiling Like an idiot?"
A drunk without a drink A river with no beginning A street with no cars or pedestrians A bar with no patrons A mountain with no peak A bustling city with no noise A fiend without a drug A valley with no bottom A beggar with no cardboard sign
Sitting here In a hotel In Albuquerque In Awe Of how we got here It really is just A series of chances Events that dictate Outcomes As you sleep I Am granted The time to realize I like this outcome So far.
The intro to a new series following the Number Series
Sometimes I Wonder if Nothing that Has happened To me Did happen Would I Be different Maybe better Offered salvation Everything that I'm not Guess I Won't know
I misseth mine own loveth. I wisheth f'r h'r to beest in mine own arms. To has't the warmth of h'r corpse. H'r soft toucheth and coequal softer gazeth.