Trapped. A prison built of doubt, feelings I could do without.
Vultures bringing dark; encircle the heart
Closing in, tighter grip, waiting for an imminent slip.
Wide eyes scream in panic, gaping wound reeking havoc.
A missing piece, underneath; I'm begging for a new release.
Drown in passion for a love, the hand that fits the glove.
Fill the whole or just go. I'm not interested in a person who's only so-so,
Dancing flames crackle with desire, I'll freeze to death with coals lacking fire.
Back and forth, yes and no. Wait it out, take it slow....
Wonder where this wind will blow; I'm just tired of the fuckin' vertigo.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
Trapped. A prison built of doubt, feelings I could do without.
Vultures bringing dark; encircle the heart
Closing in, tighter grip, waiting for an imminent slip.
Wide eyes scream in panic, gaping wound reeking havoc.
A missing piece, underneath; I'm begging for a new release.
Drown in passion for a love, the hand that fits the glove.
Fill the whole or just go. I'm not interested in a person who's only so-so,
Dancing flames crackle with desire, I'll freeze to death with coals lacking fire.
Back and forth, yes and no. Wait it out, take it slow....
Wonder where this wind will blow; I'm just tired of the fuckin' vertigo.
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