Her deep brown eyes were now achromic
I craved her love but she was bent on straight needles. Constantly needing reminders that she's still human and can feel, still putting up barriers between her and her evils. Seeing the man up on the steeple she knows her attempts are feeble
Constantly misguided by the Christian belief that acceptance was key to the question of "am I worth it"
We use to talk but now you're aphasic
She was in a dreamland where voices were something to be tasted she was so anesthetized from these pills that were prescribed to help her dream but nothing could be prescribed to help her wake
It was like seeing the sun go away but not being replaced by the moon
I was just hoping it was a phase that would pass and she would return without a trace of the past but this hope was as empty as these bottles
These feeling so corrupted
These words so unheard
Like a wolf howling only to be answered by a vacant night
And it doesn't matter how much I beg and fight
She tightens her grip on her defenses like the band on her arm
But still leaving her defenseless to her emotions
That might as well be where she is 6 feet under a pile of broken dreams and wondering beams of support that holds up her house of sanity with a vanity of broken images of who she hates the most.
She's caught between a lake of fire and limbo, on a tipping scale one once from destruction
I know I can't bring the sun back but maybe I can find a new light in this darkness.
Because she was something I always wanted more of
I twitch when I wasn't around her
I would get the shakes from just one kiss
I would get drunk off her smile and high off her words
We both overdosed on something
Because this love .... was never labeled a drug.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
Her deep brown eyes were now achromic
I craved her love but she was bent on straight needles. Constantly needing reminders that she's still human and can feel, still putting up barriers between her and her evils. Seeing the man up on the steeple she knows her attempts are feeble
Constantly misguided by the Christian belief that acceptance was key to the question of "am I worth it"
We use to talk but now you're aphasic
She was in a dreamland where voices were something to be tasted she was so anesthetized from these pills that were prescribed to help her dream but nothing could be prescribed to help her wake
It was like seeing the sun go away but not being replaced by the moon
I was just hoping it was a phase that would pass and she would return without a trace of the past but this hope was as empty as these bottles
These feeling so corrupted
These words so unheard
Like a wolf howling only to be answered by a vacant night
And it doesn't matter how much I beg and fight
She tightens her grip on her defenses like the band on her arm
But still leaving her defenseless to her emotions
That might as well be where she is 6 feet under a pile of broken dreams and wondering beams of support that holds up her house of sanity with a vanity of broken images of who she hates the most.
She's caught between a lake of fire and limbo, on a tipping scale one once from destruction
I know I can't bring the sun back but maybe I can find a new light in this darkness.
Because she was something I always wanted more of
I twitch when I wasn't around her
I would get the shakes from just one kiss
I would get drunk off her smile and high off her words
We both overdosed on something
Because this love .... was never labeled a drug.
