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Is it me pushing you away, or is it that you're always a step faster.
Striding
While I stroll, lag, losing motivation to stay
Next to you there is a space, I thought I could fill. In my dream you were never there.
The ghosts and clowns clawing and teething
Held down and helpless
raped by this transparent myth
I helped weave. They gave me the silk, and like a spider
I never believed some one could spin so well.
My legs have ceased to move, weak and numb from all this dancing
around the subject of my womb
Can I really care? Or is this all just instinct.
I let you in, am I the one devouring within mysef.
Slow cook from the inside out
As she stares. Flesh can only be seen through a mirror.
Striding
While I stroll, lag, losing motivation to stay
Next to you there is a space, I thought I could fill. In my dream you were never there.
The ghosts and clowns clawing and teething
Held down and helpless
raped by this transparent myth
I helped weave. They gave me the silk, and like a spider
I never believed some one could spin so well.
My legs have ceased to move, weak and numb from all this dancing
around the subject of my womb
Can I really care? Or is this all just instinct.
I let you in, am I the one devouring within mysef.
Slow cook from the inside out
As she stares. Flesh can only be seen through a mirror.