(no subject)
I'm going to lock myself away
In this iron gate -
This box -
This closet;
I'm going to smile at you between the lines
And between the shadows.
We're going to claw at each other,
But my hands don't reach that far,
My heart won't extend that much -
Don't expect so much,
I'm going to fail
So long as I'm trapped in this
Standstill.
I hear an oppressive hiss
And it's familiar to me,
Much like your tears;
And how are they different?
You are much more reserved
In this case of sentimental values,
I should think, I tell myself this.
Well, at least the rain is cold.
It's not hard to leave a cold man,
I'm sure you know,
And cold women are the worst;
Their lips are brutal,
Much like their hands.
A warm soul is something different;
It has a different beat to it,
One I can't smile to -
Not voluntarily, I find.
I don't dare leave this seat of mine;
It's frozen solid,
Though I've been here for eternity.
This little hole of mine
Loves me more than anyone ever did -
You'd tell me otherwise,
But this is all I know.
Have you ever been captive
To something simple,
Something so plain
Called Ignorance?
Oh, you sweet thing,
You're almost like icecream to me;
You're so cold to me -
But you're so sweet all the same.
I'm a prepared popsicle stick,
Wouldn't you agree?
I'm so stiff and silent;
All I want is inside you,
So I can taste something better.
I'm a starved lunatic,
Sitting alone in my mind.
Don't you dare touch me,
I think it's time we moved on -
It is time one of us died.
In this tight contraption,
I have stayed for many years,
And you can linger
In damnable freedom.
I have my repetition
And something I am familiar with;
I have memorized this far better
Than anything else I ever will,
And that, my addiction,
Includes you.
Did you think I forgot once
That my heart doesn't reach that far?