though shadowed and followed
through the darkness there's ambience
that follows my shadows.
it tastes of regret, simplicity, and ignorance;
feels like shame, denial, and *****.
shaken from my dreams, i'm alive.
shook to the depths of my soul;
my dreams resonate as they vibrate,
violently across your frequency
and violating my sanctity.

*i heard your voice,
i spoke through your lips.
i saw your hair,
i tasted your hips,
and before i knew it,
i'd smelt my death.

in the morning, i remember her face
as she slept on my arm that had slept
all through the night with her
while i lay awake wondering;
where i was taking my life
where i was going to end up
where i was, belonging to the night.

the sun spanned her shoulder
through the cracked window pane
and split a beautiful ray on her tattoo
the bird, so colorful;
where i kissed her last night
where i missed her subtleties
where i knew i wanted to rest
where she was in her dreams, i couldn't contest.
she said love again
except this time i felt it go through me.
she said she meant it
and i felt her soul touch mine; exquisitely.
she said she wouldn't leave
and in the morning, stayed on my arm.
she said it was meant to be
and i knew she was telling not just me;
she meant this more than my cigarettes, coffee, and crullers meant to give me cancer.

we broke this whole idea into increments
and fed it to the birds in the park
as they flew around for a crumb of what it was
that we were feeding everyone else;
hunger for dinner.

now they're searching our eyes and our heads
for the answers to what there was once was
and where it's coming from
as we've already told them where we were
and where we're going.

there was nothing else left for them to eat
so they turned towards us and devoured
every morsel that was left of our being;
our souls were roasted
and eaten whole.

now we're emptied of anything well
and well enough, there's nothing here
to feed you but what i am
and i'm not sure that's even delectable;
you'll eat my hunger.

it's pretty faces like yours
that keep me from dying
by my own devices
as i devise a way out of this place.

it's pretty faces like yours
that save me from myself
by your smile
as i smelled the burning sulfur.

it's pretty faces like yours
that help me want this
by fire, i cleanse
as i clean up the mess you'd left me in.

you said what you said and there's no taking it back,
think before you speak and even harder when you act.
there's nothing you can do now, the damage is done.
i hope that you're watching all this and having your fun
as you ****** with my head.
like so many before.
you ****** with my heart.
and the stitches are tore,
apart and now i'm bleeding.
you've killed me; to the core.
*death again.

it's playing through me
and you're not even listening
to what they're saying
while it's always playing
through me.

it's trying through me
and you're not even noticing
how it's always menacing
while it's just trying
through me.

it's glistening through me
and you're hardly guessing
that this is the dressing
that's it's doing while glistening
through me.

you should be paying attention, but i doubt you'd ever hear anything; anything that isn't in your own head.

we'd overslept too long
and now the day's half done
as we dreamed about nothing
we'd missed out on the fun
that we were to have
while there's light from the sun.