Does part of your confusion?
Arise from the contusion?
Of that kiss so lovingly wrapped inside a fist?
Why hold back?
What’s pain?
Just black
A void
In which to switch!
We both know that you can’t touch me
In the fortress of my mind
For only I control the drawbridge
Vermin’s
More than often blind
squeak
squeak
squeak
*“Please let me in.
I have some wares to sell.
I’ll cross your palm with silver.
No secrets will I tell”*
Little mouse
Go away
Go back where you belong
We all know the germs you carry
We all know that they are wrong
YOU
Tout yourself as honest
YOU
Tout yourself as pure
But just beneath the surface
In the sewers
**YOU
DO LURE**
Lure the unsuspecting
Lure the barely formed
Punting pretence of perfection
Salivating salacious scorn
*“But … please Miss.
Hear me out.
You have me oh so wrong.
I'm just like all the other Joes.
Lost and all alone.
The mistake that I made was in telling you.
Thoughts inside my head.
On reflection.
Now.
I realise.
They were better off not said”*
Little louse
It is too late
For your motives are plain to see
Time to move on
Time to move out
Time to live out your sick fantasies ...
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 5:03 AM UTC
Does part of your confusion?
Arise from the contusion?
Of that kiss so lovingly wrapped inside a fist?
Why hold back?
What’s pain?
Just black
A void
In which to switch!
We both know that you can’t touch me
In the fortress of my mind
For only I control the drawbridge
Vermin’s
More than often blind
squeak
squeak
squeak
*“Please let me in.
I have some wares to sell.
I’ll cross your palm with silver.
No secrets will I tell”*
Little mouse
Go away
Go back where you belong
We all know the germs you carry
We all know that they are wrong
YOU
Tout yourself as honest
YOU
Tout yourself as pure
But just beneath the surface
In the sewers
**YOU
DO LURE**
Lure the unsuspecting
Lure the barely formed
Punting pretence of perfection
Salivating salacious scorn
*“But … please Miss.
Hear me out.
You have me oh so wrong.
I'm just like all the other Joes.
Lost and all alone.
The mistake that I made was in telling you.
Thoughts inside my head.
On reflection.
Now.
I realise.
They were better off not said”*
Little louse
It is too late
For your motives are plain to see
Time to move on
Time to move out
Time to live out your sick fantasies ...
Dedicated to Helen .... no apologies this time ... lol -;)