I closed my eyes again last night,
Hoping for dreams of the misery I love so much
The kind you can only bring
The sweet, cold touch of your fingers
Or the disgustingly loving sound of your spiteful voice
Anything to get me out of this terrible nightmare
But there's no feeling here but perpetual numbness
As I lay here staring into the darkness
My lungs grow heavy with the cries I've stifled,
With the frigid breaths that I dare not breathe in your presence
Even though you're gone now
And there's only an empty space where you once sat beside me
I can't do anything here by drown
Filling the room with my tears so that I'm left
Drowning again in the unbarable sea of silence
That you had found me in so long ago
Holding me by that delicate thread
And dangling me above the water's edge
I believed so much in the light you gave me
But it was blinding and by the time you had let me go
I was already deeply submerged under the surface of my dispair once again
My eyes locked hazily on the distant figure of you as you left
But drowning is a hobby of mine
And I'll do it again tomorrow night
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
I closed my eyes again last night,
Hoping for dreams of the misery I love so much
The kind you can only bring
The sweet, cold touch of your fingers
Or the disgustingly loving sound of your spiteful voice
Anything to get me out of this terrible nightmare
But there's no feeling here but perpetual numbness
As I lay here staring into the darkness
My lungs grow heavy with the cries I've stifled,
With the frigid breaths that I dare not breathe in your presence
Even though you're gone now
And there's only an empty space where you once sat beside me
I can't do anything here by drown
Filling the room with my tears so that I'm left
Drowning again in the unbarable sea of silence
That you had found me in so long ago
Holding me by that delicate thread
And dangling me above the water's edge
I believed so much in the light you gave me
But it was blinding and by the time you had let me go
I was already deeply submerged under the surface of my dispair once again
My eyes locked hazily on the distant figure of you as you left
But drowning is a hobby of mine
And I'll do it again tomorrow night
