Crawling through the darkness of the night No safe place for me to hide Get ready for a fight Even i know i have no guide It's hard to turning black to white I have nothing but dream inside That drives me to see the light
you always come crawling back chasing me into fields of black tell me, why do you keep falling for me only to feed off my heart like a dog's flea you hold my chin and look into my soul with a sly grin why am I your heart's kingpin? I'd almost fall for you again but I know I'll be left for dead in the pouring rain
she comes crawling back to me still streaks of mud-stained, tear-drained hair flowing like rivulets flowing from her dream-filled head she swims back through my veins she stays cuts off all ways out of this nightmare of a love affair
she is spirit moon sun star weeping over all heart stains smeared on the wall yet I can't remember her enough to call her name it's all the same either way she comes back to me somehow
her softness penetrates my hard resolve her demons my angels can never absolve with my light and her darkness they fight then make love against the surrounding starkness barren as I am now the flowers I grow have her eyes somehow
Its name is sadness. Violent sadness. It's creeping up again It is giving me anxiety Because I don't want it To crawl in my skin Again and be comfortable. With the anxiety brings depression. It's always been there, Never completely going away. But I can ignore and it slows, Grows smaller everytime I smile and laugh. But every time someone leaves Me for someone shinier, The sadness spreads like wild fire, Like the mold on strawberries I cannot eat. I wish I was born thin like her, Perfect like her, Golden like her, The one who steals them away. As I watch the monster crawling Towards me, I analyze it. I watch the way it moves slow, Trying to not be discovered Like the way I do. It moves swiftly, Not in pulses. I watch it creep, Pulling itself from Whatever depths it came, Like the way I do. And that's the scariest part. I watch it's iridescent Nails crawl closer. It has a diamond ring. ... So do I.