Maybe I should've stayed sober when you came over and the lines, walls and words started to blur, but in that short skirt that works so well you had your hand under my shirt and those evil eyes that excite ,unafraid of hurt, that night someone paid the price
We befriended a bottle for a three day ****** and a sledgehammer hangover had my brain in the blender waving a white straight jacket in surrender
We'd wake up to a mirrors shameful stare Mixing love and lust without a care. In some sort of sinful cocktail, each and every time our wills would fail some small part of my broken heart would merge with hers as we pretended to be whole, I let passion poison my soul.
We'd Dance in a drugged induced stupor, imagining a false future together so I said that I loved her, But when drugs wore down we fell to the ground Sweet lies started our slow demise.
She'd say she was fine but I'd find her in tears. So I held her in my arms while I couldn't feel, but after being so numb, nothing felt real. Then she begged me to share just to show that I care. So i said it was better to lock myself away For fear of the words that I needed say
The two years together instead of forever As you shredded my head apart And I spitefully tore out your heart. When we were close we'd corrode and corrupt and from a far we'd suffer in silence
In your pain you fell for someone else, forcing me to smile while I rot away in side But, Tired of passing round the disease that was Blame. I severed you from my mind and heart and separately we slowly fell apart.
On the verge of death with a fist clenching poison and our body barely breathing we were Self sabotaging star crossed lovers with a semi fatal ending
It is a cliche But nonetheless a truth That I like Long walks on the beach. Walking is heaven but running is hell
On a beach Feet slipping on soft sands once so soothing Dragging back the more I push on Forward, forward Without a definite end. I’ll still get to where I’m going But for time I trade beauty And for time I trade peace, running.
I wrote this in a cafe in Paris so that's kind of fun, felt very artsy
In this busy street people comes and goes, some is going back to their home from a hectic day, some is going to hang out with their friend, some is going to recharge their energy with food, some is going to meet the person they love
and here I am, watching over them from above the hill rushing to the place they have to go making thousands of little red-yellow lights from their vehicles
I feel slowly My crush for you is fading Flowing out of a faucet Like water down the sink But I know that when I see you Again, they will come rushing back in as if I were a kid out in the snow who came running inside for some hot cocoa
Isolation within my mind, Stuck in my kell, gasping at the heat Working till death to finish my design, Running late, borderlines to meet. A hero of management, An Hr call left at the tone. Stuck in my cubicle fortress. The place I'm forced to call home.
I don't wanna be stuck in the loop of the cubicle slaughterhouses.