Jun 2017
If believed enough so that I could cross the Red Sea
Even still i wouldn't realize a dream.
Even then I'd still be empty.
Smashed into mustard dust barely reminiscent of a mustard seed
I fall apart and as my limbs fall off and I bleed,
I'm not sure what love I need.
Maybe if I cut my skin wide enough to see what I'm made of so when the blood empties and I fail to breathe I'll finally know the peace I seek.
So don't try to save me dear friend because this life raft I was forced onto is just tossed around by each wave that comes my way, while the ship that contains my love, my loss, and my desire and dreams sails away, and my skin burns more and more with each passing day.
My home is still where my heart is but I'd much rather be heartless. I'd rather have a knife stay in my back and be used as a moving target. I'd rather never live another dream because they'll never get as large as ours get.
Do you want me now?
Could you love me now,
Now that I'm alone?
Thank you for giving my life purpose for that short of a time and thank you for at least being fake enough for me to not feel I had something to hide. And the slap on the face cut me deep but it's a scar I can wear With pride. I've got nothing left, and nothing left to hide.
Could you see my light and see my face the same way you now see yours and mine has now dulled and flickered away.
From a tremendous flame to a firefly slowly blinking his flame, his last days.
Are we all destined to live amongst the monsters that feed upon the weak and live amongst the night? Are we all destined for this same black or am I alone without a match to spark a final light? Was I always destined to be left out to sort my damage alone in the cold.
That's how it feels as I'd rather know death because this cold is thicker than winter and I see my own breath.
So how can I wander when I know not which way Is right and left.
Catch me as I tumble down.
You didn't reach out.
Not even after the wave crashed over me and the ocean floor stopped my fall.
I guess that's the closest thing to love I have after all.
Did you watch me climb just to watch my collapse?
I'll hold my breath under water and wait for more bodies to plummet and fall.
Misery loves company after all.
Maybe it's best if I rip out my finger nails and teeth and dig myself a shallow, salty grave underneath.
That way the world will have its excuse as to way they never came to visit me.
Do you want me now?
Could you love me now?
We all just fall to pieces and fade away
Even still i wouldn't realize a dream.
Even then I'd still be empty.
Smashed into mustard dust barely reminiscent of a mustard seed
I fall apart and as my limbs fall off and I bleed,
I'm not sure what love I need.
Maybe if I cut my skin wide enough to see what I'm made of so when the blood empties and I fail to breathe I'll finally know the peace I seek.
So don't try to save me dear friend because this life raft I was forced onto is just tossed around by each wave that comes my way, while the ship that contains my love, my loss, and my desire and dreams sails away, and my skin burns more and more with each passing day.
My home is still where my heart is but I'd much rather be heartless. I'd rather have a knife stay in my back and be used as a moving target. I'd rather never live another dream because they'll never get as large as ours get.
Do you want me now?
Could you love me now,
Now that I'm alone?
Thank you for giving my life purpose for that short of a time and thank you for at least being fake enough for me to not feel I had something to hide. And the slap on the face cut me deep but it's a scar I can wear With pride. I've got nothing left, and nothing left to hide.
Could you see my light and see my face the same way you now see yours and mine has now dulled and flickered away.
From a tremendous flame to a firefly slowly blinking his flame, his last days.
Are we all destined to live amongst the monsters that feed upon the weak and live amongst the night? Are we all destined for this same black or am I alone without a match to spark a final light? Was I always destined to be left out to sort my damage alone in the cold.
That's how it feels as I'd rather know death because this cold is thicker than winter and I see my own breath.
So how can I wander when I know not which way Is right and left.
Catch me as I tumble down.
You didn't reach out.
Not even after the wave crashed over me and the ocean floor stopped my fall.
I guess that's the closest thing to love I have after all.
Did you watch me climb just to watch my collapse?
I'll hold my breath under water and wait for more bodies to plummet and fall.
Misery loves company after all.
Maybe it's best if I rip out my finger nails and teeth and dig myself a shallow, salty grave underneath.
That way the world will have its excuse as to way they never came to visit me.
Do you want me now?
Could you love me now?
We all just fall to pieces and fade away
