I stared at him naked,
after he let me read every page.
He was exposed, I was elated;
the beast was finally let out of its cage.
I learned a disturbing fact that day,
his dresser was where he kept his soul.
I saw him open a drawer and put it away
and I saw his eyes go cold.
Then he laughed at me and winked,
and claimed he had everything under control.
My breath goes off like an alarm
from the sight of his flesh.
How to be calm?
How to suppress the urge to confess?
When I touch his naked soul
all my fears disappear
and my mind finally
gets a moments rest.
I welcome the silence
from the middle of the night.
I was counting on the cover
so there'd be no one to see me
end your life.
I step as slowly as I can
trying not to be loud,
carefully slipping into your room
without making a sound.
I smile as I see you lying
helpless in a dream.
I move closer so I'm right beside you
kneeling on the ground as
I slide my blade out.
I’m inches from your face,
close enough to smell your breath.
I place the cold metal to your neck,
then swing my arm once to the side.
Your blood is black in the moonlight,
gushing all over your clothes.
You wake up and grab your throat,
you start to choke.
I watch you try and put up a fight.
You squirm, and stare, with dying eyes.
You look me right in the face
as I stick you another time,
in the side right through your heart.
Too bad it took more than one cut
for your body to go limp.
Finally your death has come,
I’m free from the burden of your grip.
You suffer in silence here,
it’s so rare to feel fulfilled.
You were given too much sense
and way too much time to ****.
You can't help but stare, until they
shudder when you get too close.
It hurts them when you speak your mind,
and you only have this urge to go.
This is your worst nightmare,
all you wish to do is escape.
You thought of jumping off that cliff,
only to wake back in the same place.
They said there’s always hope,
but you don’t feel any of their joy.
Some light might help you get around,
but you accidentally blew all their candles out.
So now you're slipping off their edge,
they don’t understand your ache.
You must hang a little longer
but of course their rickety rope breaks.
Oh this place isn't what it seems,
but you’ll soon learn the deal.
You’ll never wake up from the nightmare,
and it’s always been real.
I love the times when he’s playful,
and I find he stimulates my mind.
He sang a pretty song just to me,
and I tried my hardest not to cry.
I dreamt of holding him close last night,
I was craving the warmth of his skin.
In the dream I tasted every inch,
and nothing mattered but his touch.
I woke up and thought that I knew bliss,
but at the same time it wasn’t enough.
I need him close by for one more kiss,
so I think I'll stay in my daydream with him.
Thank you for singing me a heartache song,
it sent warm shivers down my spine.
Music makes me feel less alone in the dark,
the passion in your voice made me cry.
All the pretty sounds traveled through my every bone,
the dead fire in my soul came back to life.
So it’s always a sad day when the music dies,
I never cared for silent nights.
I said goodbye to the city life mom,
I actually feel like myself again now.
I love speeding through rural country
with the wind blowing my hair around.
My sight has changed somehow,
I take in the night with new eyes.
I miss you when I look up into space now
but at least here the stars are clear in the sky.
You once told me you dreamed of going out,
sailing on Tahoe around noon.
So I drove down to the lake for you,
even though it rained that day in June.
You told me to always smell the roses,
so I stop to pick wildflowers by the road.
I see you in myself even more now,
you’ll always be with me wherever I go.