Tonight the lump in my throat has become a boulder
If my eyes decide to bleed I will not find a shoulder
Tonight my veins know not what runs through it
Rage? Anger? Confusion? Sadness? Old lies new heat
Soiled in your fuel of lies I held my fire high
I'm running out of strength to constantly try to try
But now my arms draw near as I soon hold myself in disgrace
And it is now the time has come, I have set myself ablaze.
There's a little black hole at the end of my room.
Where a little black man sings sorrows to the moon.
Now a little black spot on my heart springs my doom.
But little won't stay little unless she comes home soon.
i once was twenty one
my life was up in smokes
she asked if i remembered
but i forgot the day i awoke
my memories are healing scars
they do not depict a clear story
but i remember a time of chaos
a time i stood in glory
there was static in my hands
and fire in my eyes
when the smoke had cleared and fire died
it was a tad too late to realize
but fire is no more a friend
now gardens grow far and wide
she is the rain to wash the ashes
the moon, the mood to my tide.
Oh dear lover, how your tongue is so sly.
When words can come so easily.
But how strong your pride is more than your tongue is sly
When you can say all but "I'm sorry"
But guarded is this heart from such strength in pride
For when both of us put you before me
Maybe if you look into your heart deep down inside
You'd find being wrong is not wrong unless you stand for it unjustly.
The amorous history of you
that she so well denies,
sometimes reveals itself,
though she hides it from her eyes.
I do not hate you.
Though I envy you,
I do not hold a grudge.
I only hope she has shed the skin that once resonated your touch.
They hold on to the beauty
of that one withered rose
hanging on the bedpost
While a devoted new blossom
craves for admiration
spreading itself bare on the sheets
In the midst of searching
I found you.
what I was looking for
to begin with.
But I've found myself a purpose.