Liability was sewn into the
threads of what'd been given
                      you,
                        but you threaded
every single chance..

You can only wear  promises
                             so many times...

She was sewn into my thoughts

      Weaved delicately in my heart

She was slightly threaded,
                  but that made her unique to me.

You being mine, and I
yours; is being sewn to each
in only three words.

look at my new heart
he sewn so beautifully
and I wear proudly
cause it makes my smile glows
and the blue sky follows
the birds hum our love song
like nothing ever went wrong

They were always within each's grasp hand in hand
Sewn in eternity twine. Wondering the forsaken road
Of deadwood fences,they were a distortion of the before
When they weren't always observing in sight upwards.

Blurred realties of gazing on the paradox of  what they
Always walked towards. These two little ones so tiny
In stature but heavy in soul. One would not leave the
Others needing, to never letting each go.

Perpetually stagnant on this long road, no crossroads
To change views. But still they look up in blurred necessity.
They still want to walk in hand, sewn to each others
Path, and so they dwindle into the distance Never letting go

Each other yearning upon the others palm, just two little ones
On the path of deadwood with fields of plentiful nothing.
Distorted they look up to vacant spaces where they wish to
Be, but walk dirt roads that never end within each others hand.

And all lips were sewn
So that the word was
Never spoken, not uttered
Under darkened breath.
Whispers were its key
And that lock was now shut.

For with out word what can
Spread it lies upon the listening
World, all was silent, mumbling
Echoes of a now restrained voice.

Evil is one word, its is four letters
Two Syllable that can spread, but
Now it is unspeaking, rejoice knowing  
That words are sealed. Kept from
The ears of those susceptible
To the whispers of corruption.
Of moments clouded, but a single
Now forever sewn closed *words.

Over-run by Christian perfectionists, all I can think of is ***,
Someone please save me from myself, save me from this hell,
Let me be different or chop them off, I won't be needing them,
I'll just make them go away and disappear, I'll need a knife as well.

My short and useless life will be over soon anyway,
I was certainly given enough guilt I can not hide,
No one will want to be my friend, not day to day,
Not if I'm the one that's got to be the eccentric "lie."

In the end the rest of us are stuck in this abyss,
The one where it's an evil thought to let nature grow,
Allow her to flourish (and why should we let her live?)
To be the one to sew the seeds, but we will never know.

It's a tricky path I'd rather have never been put on,
When I was a kid I thought everything was fine,
Then I grew up and found out I was different,
My train is on the tracks, I'll never make it on time.

And so I ask the world to answer, everyone just laughs,
They tell me I'm going to need to move out of the country,
I'd give anything to leave, but there's no clear set path,
Maybe I should have been born into a different family?

So my friends wish me well, my unborn children already dead,
I don't want to be this way, carry on and sewn shut in tears of red,
I'll be back again to ask for help and they will all just cringe,
I guess they've made certain that I shall be the "embodiment of sin."