you couldn't explain it to me?
this doesn't pertain to me?
i've been blown off for being ugly before,
and i've grown to accept that...
yet i've made it a point
to make up for everything internally
that i lack aesthetically
by being sheerly phenomenal
in every aspect within my control....
and i swear to you,
if you only gave it a chance to know
you'd be f*cking sorry forever
that you let this one go.

did i become a nuisance?
a bother to all...
i've ever come in contact with?
what
is this plague
that apparently shows itself
to everyone but me?
why
does the only one i've ever loved
refuse...
to even say hello?
who
could possibly forgive
the misdeeds i've caused
through years of abuse?
where
will i become
exactly how i feel
internally?

talk to me as though i was yours
ecstatic to be yours
always and forever... yours
just south of the moonlit lake
take me
to all the places you've described
...in a dream

i noticed the gleam in your eye
when you spoke of how you left
...and it was tainted
you let synthetic fuels burn your fire
instead of the natural causes
of your will and strength

yet...
i feel the old you
still encased
somewhere lost within
when it's sad to say
you've been known to get caught up
in the currents of the wind

be this feeble mind
or sound heart
that still wonders?
be this folly of thought
or conviction of love
that still cares?
both sides have an argument
just as strong as the opposed
but i remain
...breathless...
always and forever

incur a loss
of unpeakable horror
by magnitude alone
dance with one arm tied
and it's off to the races
once more
in what seems like forever
i sheltered the non-believer in me
from holding the spot...
an arthur-ragen type fashion.
the rain drops would applaud the ground
to truly advance
as they always have
subliminally begging
to settle my case
yet there is unease in the voices
almost as if to say:
we finally surrender,
perhaps you have overcome,
but once manifested
the silver will catch our tongue
any days and all days
and days just like today
when suspicions curtail
you will kneel as we prey

a miniscule voice to work with
and a classic heart longing
for an audience to captivate
with its tales of crumbling
by the shots made from games she play
when the time dissolves ease
and words that keep a mind numb become disease
tears from our destinies flood the earth

the skies entice us into a departure
we're leaving the earth with congesting and dissonant waste
often in haste
we jump into anything promising to take us
a distance from here

issue a plan contingent
with a broken scar healing
in a sense, we all long to be heard
but noone can know what we mean
when our motive veils our words
when this time dissolves ease
and thoughts that keep a mind numb become disease
tears from our destinies flood all of earth

the skies entice us into a departure
we're leaving the earth with congesting and dissonant waste
often in haste
we jump into anything promising to take us
a distance from here

tragedy will condition our beliefs
designing a new path
into nods condoning the beauty
in destruction of self-inflicted progress
into tomorrow

grab the scissors and cut the teather clean
i found a laugh that works for me, but it's leaving
i've been warned of similar desires
through the vessel of their words, i fell to slick design

this endeavor
to forever
takes its toll
on a passion

erase you, i will
i'll take you on through the sunrise
erase you, i will
we'll take  this outside

my favorite letter, i'll cross you to a "t"
as most demonic faces sit in leering
in this way, indifference has obliged
here, the challenge wakes in lies, as false prophets defy

this endeavor
to forever
takes its toll
on a passion

erase you, i will
i'll take you on through the sunrise
erase you, i will
we'll take this outside

distance fuels the long to use
to mistake, and to abuse
find them, find ten
lose them, lose none

favoring the limelight
but all bets are off tonight
build me a new empire
based on your words
be my mistake again
or prove me wrong
realize i am your loss
i am an improvement over your usual catch
unimpressive, bland
they'll design a lie, just to entice your eye
but i'm real

when will this end?
washing your placebos down
with a conviction that they work
is this the last cancelled reservation?
don't dial in till you know your line

play the boy for his voice
he'll decode in his sleep
preparing for the masses
to carry your message to all
till they become obsessed, too
our love for the heiress to my heart grows
complicated feelings that carry no reason
jealous eyes manipulate
corrupted and articulate demeanors that don't lack in style
exactly what she wants
she will have