Rooftop nights,
Sitting...staring at sights,

Spinning vinyl's,
Long love tunnels,

Heading down south,
Past your red mouth,

Mechanical lust at full throttle,
Knocking over cider bottles,

You are my drug.
Fill me up.

I'm afraid I lost your affection in last night's sheets,
Along with your blunt words of love,
That were drowned in beer bottles,
And stuffed into ripped-off clothes.

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Now, this may be the death of us,
And with scythes He will take you away,
And to put this quite bluntly, Darling,
He won't comfort your petty mourning.

Seconds become hours with her,
Moments treasured in the safety of memory,
Her presense seeds a sense of security,
And her very touch entwines a bond of emotion,

Like soft autumn, her hair falls like willow branches,
Which lay in the pending snowy blanket of her skin,
A lunar cycle may pass,
But a viewer would have only taken in a small amount of her beauty,

Unlike myself, who sees her for who she really is:
Past the eternal and ageless beauty,
Is a hollow cavern of emptiness,
Carved out by the chizzels of heart-breakers and love-leavers,

What she does not realise though,
Is that her brokeness can be mended,
And her hollow heart filled with nourishing love,
By my tender and patient presense,

For what is a plant without soil for stability?
Let her root her pain in my skin,
So she may blossom for the coming spring,
And walk with me into the following summer

A brick house on a cold, dusty lane,
Full of kids drinking to cover their pain,
A sea of crumpled cans drown the wooden floors,
And a cloud of green gas eclipses the orange lamp beside the door,

And she walks over, with her hair tied back,
Her full, rouged lips arched and ready to attack,
But his drunken haze blurs his common sense,
And he lets her pull him outside to the neighbour's fence,

They walk along the lane with muddy socks,
Avoiding the tearful stones and rocks,
Then they stumble blindly into a bush,
Her hands on his belt, not knowing he doesn't want to rush,

She tears off his jeans and kisses him - missing his lips,
He pulls her close and holds her hips,
Not knowing that she only wants his body,
Or that in the morning his childish morals would be beaten ******,

Because what he thought was trust,
Ended up just being a night of drunken lust

Two kids on a concrete step,
Soft hopefulness upon rock hard failure,
A balance of love and hatred between them,
As well as a forbidden longingness for each other,

Yet, the girl in grey belongs to another,
And the boy in white belongs to no other,
For in time his heart will harden like stone,
And become a concrete step for another pair to sit,
That will perhaps fall in love,
Unlike those before them

Caged I crawl,
Within the filth of society,
Labelled a freak by those who call others blind,
But how does that give them vision?

If you see me as different,
Then obviously I'm a threat,
So you must contain me and chain me,
You call me weak, yet you think you're strong?

But over time,
You cage too many of us,
We are the new society,
With labels we wrote ourselves,
And this inevitable insanity,
Will now only be endured by you,

Because you're normal,
And we're blind,

But we can see you,
And we'll cage you.

Lies and lies,
A distorted diguise,
From the flimsy facade would rise,
A rag doll corpse infested with flies,

Now, I slice a chelsea smile from ear to ear,
So that you could see, rather than hear,
The broken boy trembling with fear,
Yet you spit on him and stay way clear,

Now you know what I became,
A disfigured monster all the same,
Yet you didn't **** - only maim,
So I'd come back crawling as a part of your game.