I started writing for you
All these sappy lines
All these bits of prose
They're for the one I love

I stopped writing for you
My creativity waned
And my inspiration vanished
When you did

Write it down
See where the words drift away
To an imaginary paradise?
Or to your own personal hell?

Mechanical limbs and a flesh and blood heart
Shatter me before I'm torn apart

Your hands are tied behind your back
A gag resides between your lips
I stand before you holding this ax
You better hope it never slips

You squirm and plead and cry
But who'll hear you in my paradise?
So shush those pretty lips of yours
And wipe those tears from your eyes

If you'd only loved me before
You wouldn't be here now
Whimpering, vulnerable, in pain
About to be slaughtered, like a cow

Things pass on, though slow it seems
They trickle like water past the rocks in a stream
Start slow as a whisper, and then climb to a yell
Start soft like heaven, then hard as hell.

Some things pass by and resound in ways
Like the whispers of the past that echo in caves
Like the tickle of the wind as it comforts me;
Carries worries on away on the ripple of a breeze.

On honey times a’ racing and times standing still
In the cracks of my heart there’s space left to fill
A minute seems short when forever’s on the line
You’ve given me a limit on winning all your time.

Quiet waves
Soft lull of the sea
Rocking gently, timidly
Nobody saw the typhoon come

Violent waves
Catostrophic rip of the sea
Rocking swiftly, greatly
Nobody knoew how much damage the typhoon would cause

'Take care, beautiful.'
Those were your last words to me
I wish you were here

I miss you so much
Your smile, your taste, your voice
I wish you weren't gone

We're separated
Nothing can separate love
Still wish you were here

Your lips were so soft
If only you weren't a girl
I miss you so much