I have hung my self to dry on the lines of a greater theory
I am not me anymore
I feel pity for the woman inside of me
I feel pity for my greater infant that slowly faints in the darkness
and I feel pity for my health
I feel pity for the fact that I feel pity for my very self
I have lost control of mental wealth
completely embedded in the filthy secrets and the stealth
A simple careless whisper will do me well
the years I have disguised them time and time again
but quite honestly its been nothing but hell
time and time again I fell
time and time again put under that ***** spell
time and time again I have let you in after you rang my rusty doorbell
and time and time again I have asked you to leave or dragged you out
and bid you my simple farewell
from you
love
love
I have rebelled
I cant stand the taste of you
or even bare your smell
Im am sealed in this shell
love
love
you have made me unwell
I speak to you, not a person
but the emotion itself
locked with the carved letters of
blood
blood shed by so many men in our history
and a mortal death for the hearts of many
If I can turn you into something I could touch I would suffocate you
and rid of our exsistence, to speak quite bluntly
oh love how you make the skin on my stomach feel the bone in my back
like a starving child caved into emptiness
I feel the impact of your dread on my body physically
and oh how you eat away at me
and dig me so far into this abyss with your anarchy
how you breathe in me awfully and tend me to be angry
oh but how I yearn for your beauty
in the back of my mind I must admit
for the first time I will release the child confession
of my ample and frigid like weakness
I feel my very marrow deteriorating with thoughts of you
love
love here me when I speak to you
you live in happy homes and in the hearts of few
and have become such a taboo
love tell me what can I do to undo
the witches and warlocks in my souls venue
the black voodoo and the monstrous zoo
that infested my purity and scorned my very tissue
time and time again I have thought this through
but where can I go to repair the damage when love is the answer
when the answer is
you
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
I have hung my self to dry on the lines of a greater theory
I am not me anymore
I feel pity for the woman inside of me
I feel pity for my greater infant that slowly faints in the darkness
and I feel pity for my health
I feel pity for the fact that I feel pity for my very self
I have lost control of mental wealth
completely embedded in the filthy secrets and the stealth
A simple careless whisper will do me well
the years I have disguised them time and time again
but quite honestly its been nothing but hell
time and time again I fell
time and time again put under that ***** spell
time and time again I have let you in after you rang my rusty doorbell
and time and time again I have asked you to leave or dragged you out
and bid you my simple farewell
from you
love
love
I have rebelled
I cant stand the taste of you
or even bare your smell
Im am sealed in this shell
love
love
you have made me unwell
I speak to you, not a person
but the emotion itself
locked with the carved letters of
blood
blood shed by so many men in our history
and a mortal death for the hearts of many
If I can turn you into something I could touch I would suffocate you
and rid of our exsistence, to speak quite bluntly
oh love how you make the skin on my stomach feel the bone in my back
like a starving child caved into emptiness
I feel the impact of your dread on my body physically
and oh how you eat away at me
and dig me so far into this abyss with your anarchy
how you breathe in me awfully and tend me to be angry
oh but how I yearn for your beauty
in the back of my mind I must admit
for the first time I will release the child confession
of my ample and frigid like weakness
I feel my very marrow deteriorating with thoughts of you
love
love here me when I speak to you
you live in happy homes and in the hearts of few
and have become such a taboo
love tell me what can I do to undo
the witches and warlocks in my souls venue
the black voodoo and the monstrous zoo
that infested my purity and scorned my very tissue
time and time again I have thought this through
but where can I go to repair the damage when love is the answer
when the answer is
you
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