Doesn't see through proper eyes
No vision like yours or mine
You look at that boy
See his devilish charm and good looks
Feel the animal attraction boil in the marrow of your bones
Your thoughts like seamless clockwork
She sees that boy
Sees him bloodied and broken
Feels the ache to be the one to brake him
Her thoughts are misfiring like they have countless times before
You see that girl
See her soft skin, hear her laughter
Feel the animal attraction rise within you
Your thoughts a well practice reaction
He sees that girl
Sees her skin peppered in blood, hears her scream
Feels the handle of a knife as if it were already in his hand
His thoughts are violent perversions on repeat
You glow with love
They burn with lust
You ignite their sickness
They consume your life
They devour your death
They talk like you
They think like you
They speak and walk and dream like you
The capabilities of one in the hands of another
All the same, all capable
A choice, an experience
A love, a connection
A betrayl, a lie
Waiting to awaken
Waiting to release
Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 1:40 PM UTC
Doesn't see through proper eyes
No vision like yours or mine
You look at that boy
See his devilish charm and good looks
Feel the animal attraction boil in the marrow of your bones
Your thoughts like seamless clockwork
She sees that boy
Sees him bloodied and broken
Feels the ache to be the one to brake him
Her thoughts are misfiring like they have countless times before
You see that girl
See her soft skin, hear her laughter
Feel the animal attraction rise within you
Your thoughts a well practice reaction
He sees that girl
Sees her skin peppered in blood, hears her scream
Feels the handle of a knife as if it were already in his hand
His thoughts are violent perversions on repeat
You glow with love
They burn with lust
You ignite their sickness
They consume your life
They devour your death
They talk like you
They think like you
They speak and walk and dream like you
The capabilities of one in the hands of another
All the same, all capable
A choice, an experience
A love, a connection
A betrayl, a lie
Waiting to awaken
Waiting to release
Written on March 18, 2010.
"Anything ever done, anyone is capable of." -Hatfield