What is it the wind whispers on your cheek my finger tips long to hear
What effulgent echoes of sunrise render each tear
What facsimile of midnight your finger tips whisper back
What ancient childhood secrets parade behind each eyelash.

Oh, how my fate lifts by the curve of your hips
How condemned I am hell-bent by the swerve of your lips

Such language infinitely dancing loosely upon your palms
Such remedies recited by your resting tongue
Your mandible sacred where my universe began
Oceans devoured between us by our patience

Your body tenses
Someone is behind you
Stalking your every move
You feel squeamish
So you look behind you
Quickly
But there is nothing there.
You sigh knowing
That it was something out of
Your sick twisted fantasy
However your mind races
Because you feel something
brush against your throat
You feel the sticky
Liquid slowly slide
From your neck
As you slowly die
You realize
That it what killed you
Wasn't human
It was your paranoia.

My mind is fading
As I cast my tears to the wind and watch it all fall apart
I'm front and center to the execution of my own heart
should of seen it coming so I could play into the part
Instead of hiding under the covers and throwing hope to the stars and making a last wish
I've got a smile like a lashed whip, slashed open with our last kiss
Lover with a dagger in these cracked ribs                                          
You laugh
Because nobody questions the clown until the paint washes off
Picking shattered pieces of the crown out of the holes left whittled in my brow
When it all finally broke open, left me out of reach, with a mouth full of love songs scratching at my teeth
Get back on my feet, and stop acting like I never had a chance to be free
Break me out of here
I'm freezing
Wrapped in these chains made of fear
  I'm fading
In this rain made of tears
Tragedy, is like a drug stuck into the veins of my two-faced love
Day dreaming about your face, and when I'll pass that lit torch with the blue flame up
With a cross to bare, heavy with my black lung breathing, stuck
No power to the last one leaving, all these cracked words leaking out of my mouth
Now leaving a blank slate looking for peace, and all I wanted was a hide out
A nice place to learn how to lie down and die when the time doesn't fly
I should have learned by now that time doesn't slide in the direction of these tears pouring out of my eyes
I should have seen it, or felt it, traced its body with a felt tip pen, and glued its image onto myself
They should of told me its closer to a heavenly hell
Instead of forcing me to smile when all the breath in me fails
I'm just a prisoner now

it's crazy how someone so angry and confused and depressed
can turn all of that around for themselves,
but in the process,
make everyone around them carry the weight they just shed
from that point on
i wish you'd given some of it to me
even if you gave me all of it,
i know i'd be able to handle it,
but you wouldn't let me see
i want to scream until my throat bleeds
i want to cry until i fall asleep,
but only for every time you had to alone
your oversized heart was my home