You really hit the nail on the head this time, dear
Now's the chance to never let anyone, near
It's my turn to slither inside your thoughts
You better go and perfect those knots
°•°
Please go and check you wrists
And I'll write you down, on my list
I'm the devil, I invade your dreams
And I laugh when I hear your screams.

What is music to thine heart
A smiling embrace that never parts
Or a name given to the melodies of life
A comforting sound that eases O' petty strife
Perhaps a beat that never stops
Or a tune that ties us into knots
I know not what music is or was
Only that it was, is, and 'twill always be

they linger tease and deride
tugging and pulling at my heart
the pieces may come apart
sometimes they don't transpire
yet they keep me ......
T
  H
     I
      N
        K
           I
            N
               G.....
my creative thoughts......
They
    Hang on threads
        In my brain
          Nagging  just annoying me
             Knotting and tangling up
                In tight knots causing
                  Normal feelings that got me
                     Going insane.....
                               ......nope not me ....
                                        .... I'm Just....
                           T--H--I--N--K--I--N--G

tie those knots around me tighter
don't ever let me out again
or
i'll cut your heart to ribbons when you're
lookin in the mirror

don't you ever give me wiggle-room
a place to fly free again
cuz there's nothin you
can ever gain from me

don't look me in the  face
it will knife you again
just tie the knots tighter
push my black hood back on

i'm a dangerous animal
don't let me go free
keep your eyes safe and look away
or
you'll be the next in line

staring up at me
wondering
how is this
happening
......
so tie those knots around me tighter
don't let me ever out again
or
i'll cut your heart to ribbons when you're
lookin in the mirror

I wish I could
unknow you
like I would
undo a knot--

over, above
under and through
my mind untangled
from the thoughts of you

but I find that
unknowing you
is less like unraveling
stubborn strings

and a little more like
trying to unclasp
a relentless grip
around my neck

Oh Sleeping believer on the bed!
Three knots at the back of your head,
each contains Satan's words enchanting.
' The night is, long, so keep on sleeping, '
' The night is, long, so keep on sleeping, '
' The night is, long, so keep on sleeping, '
wake-up praising Allah, untie the first one,
perform the ablution second will be undone,
execute the salah so that remains none.
Send the dullness, gloominess far away.
Get up in the morning lively and gay. :)

I wake up in the morning questioning the infinite cracks on my bedroom ceiling. There is a crack up there for each time you leave. I ask them if they know the reasons as to why I feel undone. The foundation of the room searches for an answer in its faults only to find that behind the paint lies nothing but rotting wood. I feel naked. A resting foreigner on the bed that I made as I lay fully clothed in a nightgown I can feel settling into my skin. I feel ill. ***** settles on my tongue the same way spit does when your mouth waters for something you long for. Some mornings my body becomes a corset that relies on you to tie the knots and by the afternoon I find myself stranded in tangled knots of indented flesh and exhaustion.