Jan 12, 2004 03:42
Tears drip down upon a frown, the throbbing pound of a heart unsound, the searing pain of a loving stab, the grabbing back of a scab turned black, to peel away the empty skin for nothing living resides within, the insides rotted their way out because of love and fear and doubt, and here i sit with broken pieces scattered fragments of my pleadings, needing diseases i have weathered only to decay forever, here inside my heart so broken from the words i should have spoken, i should have told you instead of sold you off for tokens meaningless, you are gold where steel flowers die, digging graves with bleeding hands recovering from the self infliction of foolish selfish jurisdiction, your back is turned for me to see the knife i buried into thee, my fingerprints are left behind and the only comfort i can find in memories of love and trust is a heart-shaped box warped with rust, rusty hinges creak and groan and a gutteral moan escapes my lips as your letters and pictures slip from my fingertips, throwing the shovel aside and clawing hands digging inside for defenses of steel to build these walls of indecision can mark the entry wound incision, snapped back to action from this acidic chain-reaction and in defense i hear my fingers snapping knuckles cracking, readying and steadying for the fight, ill drown my way out of this night.
for you, for you, for you, its all for you, and anything i say and do will only deepen the chasm between me and you, so here i bow my head in shame, because yet again i've lost this game....