It plays over and over inside my head
a tune it directs and composes
closing my eyes, with poison in vein
feeling the words he discloses
The fruit swells and ruptures into me
I feel it enter then leave
grabs my wrist pulling me free
filling me up as I breathe
A smile, a tear and a fight until dawn
convulsions as pain spews forth heart
trembling and shaking and feeling you
and this is just where we would start
It says to my heart
"Shhh...let me speak. I have much to say"
--the thing within calms and it soothes me
"I will eat it, and take it, oh take it away
"then for a while..you will see
colapsing onto reality
I search for a reason for this
the rthym it falls onto my ears
I beg for the muse and his kiss
I feel the tingle on my lips
of one who was near
another tear falls
cementing my fear
....
I hear it cry with new sight
I feel its warmth oh so near
something was spoken
at birth in my ear
drawing me, bringing
keeping me here
It is written.
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 12:45 PM UTC
It plays over and over inside my head
a tune it directs and composes
closing my eyes, with poison in vein
feeling the words he discloses
The fruit swells and ruptures into me
I feel it enter then leave
grabs my wrist pulling me free
filling me up as I breathe
A smile, a tear and a fight until dawn
convulsions as pain spews forth heart
trembling and shaking and feeling you
and this is just where we would start
It says to my heart
"Shhh...let me speak. I have much to say"
--the thing within calms and it soothes me
"I will eat it, and take it, oh take it away
"then for a while..you will see
colapsing onto reality
I search for a reason for this
the rthym it falls onto my ears
I beg for the muse and his kiss
I feel the tingle on my lips
of one who was near
another tear falls
cementing my fear
....
I hear it cry with new sight
I feel its warmth oh so near
something was spoken
at birth in my ear
drawing me, bringing
keeping me here
It is written.
The truthful process of how my soul is written.- From The Dark Faerie Journal