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can't forget how simple its become
as if life were just a thimblefull of love
just enough
like candysweet surprize unfolding in a moment
remain worthy of the upholding of our attention
disown the dimensions
and feel the beat
a bittersweet chasing of the wind that lives inside a pictureframe
frilly like the best friend of the west wind that went to the place from whence we came
swaying closely around every word with me.
im entering my room to be closed in the tip of her tounge and lost in translation
worshiping the basement for its hiding of my dreams
over and over we redeem our screaming nightmare moment
slowly getting over it
a peace fills...
a piece of obscurity?
scratch your heads to the rythms heartfelt purity
as it falls broken and burrows beneath the world in which I am always sleeping
sprawling out and never dreaming completely
like a glass shard scattering its reflection of the vision in a place they label reality with no real purpose.
perfection.
I propose we toast our to our tempers and dance with razorblades to the movement of the anger inside us
letting bloodflow turn to a tapestry and tapping along with the feet that speak the good news.
wearing warriors shoes.
i wash myself in crimson and scarlet as long as its red enough to match the cuts of my inner cheeks rivalry with teeth.
my tounge is a sheath for a million sharp swords that dag out the eyes of plastic people
i beat down my doors to reveal the enemy standing with a mirror in his shaky fist wondering why I look just like he does..
and I swim in my own lonely helpless devouring of anything that sends sex-like pleasure through nerves that know only the familiar touch of my own hands
and cry out with a numbness waxing violently wanting just to gently embrace the body of a sweetheart who understands
this kind of invigorating vigilant veil over everything ever existant.
Until we dance together: after our tears and blood both are buried under bathtubs somewhere seperately and serenade the sinkhole stairways that lead to our marinating in merryness.
underneath it all i'm still waiting with the ever immense anticipation complex that says love is always just around the corner.
so if the corner doesnt cut me through like a lilly made of lonelyness I'll rest in the arms that were always extended to me.
as if life were just a thimblefull of love
just enough
like candysweet surprize unfolding in a moment
remain worthy of the upholding of our attention
disown the dimensions
and feel the beat
a bittersweet chasing of the wind that lives inside a pictureframe
frilly like the best friend of the west wind that went to the place from whence we came
swaying closely around every word with me.
im entering my room to be closed in the tip of her tounge and lost in translation
worshiping the basement for its hiding of my dreams
over and over we redeem our screaming nightmare moment
slowly getting over it
a peace fills...
a piece of obscurity?
scratch your heads to the rythms heartfelt purity
as it falls broken and burrows beneath the world in which I am always sleeping
sprawling out and never dreaming completely
like a glass shard scattering its reflection of the vision in a place they label reality with no real purpose.
perfection.
I propose we toast our to our tempers and dance with razorblades to the movement of the anger inside us
letting bloodflow turn to a tapestry and tapping along with the feet that speak the good news.
wearing warriors shoes.
i wash myself in crimson and scarlet as long as its red enough to match the cuts of my inner cheeks rivalry with teeth.
my tounge is a sheath for a million sharp swords that dag out the eyes of plastic people
i beat down my doors to reveal the enemy standing with a mirror in his shaky fist wondering why I look just like he does..
and I swim in my own lonely helpless devouring of anything that sends sex-like pleasure through nerves that know only the familiar touch of my own hands
and cry out with a numbness waxing violently wanting just to gently embrace the body of a sweetheart who understands
this kind of invigorating vigilant veil over everything ever existant.
Until we dance together: after our tears and blood both are buried under bathtubs somewhere seperately and serenade the sinkhole stairways that lead to our marinating in merryness.
underneath it all i'm still waiting with the ever immense anticipation complex that says love is always just around the corner.
so if the corner doesnt cut me through like a lilly made of lonelyness I'll rest in the arms that were always extended to me.