I peel my skin back To reveal my vulnerablity Just to find my nature is to scab. That's not life baby; Life is that time in between Before you fend off the alien And dance with what you breathe out.
In the sheets of my bed, I can’t seem to get up. I am being held there against my will as I am flooded with cravings of you. I wonder if you will ever be able to satisfy this continuous hunger.
Sometimes I wander Up that shadowed path That is the past And I let my self wonder Rather than wander What would have happened If I'd strayed left instead of right At that forbidden fork And as I gaze into the haze That is left of best I see you standing at the end The sad and silvery ghost of empty promises. But empty? No. Just avoided and ignored They linger in what could have been Nipping at my heels, reminding me of what sort of person I am I am not hurt I am the hurt And with that I turn from wonder And refuse to wander