Fox Over Fire
fox over fire
you keep nothing in your heart but stone
belligerent me
I fire away shooting arrows at anyone who crosses me
I hurl fire at you
and I scream and tear
and then I tend to your wounds accordingly
even though I barely scratched the surface
you smile and laugh and joke
but then you don't
and I know you're not
and all that happy
that I can turn on now
makes me falter and fear and rage
you're simpler than me
more clever
less depth
but the surface is so colorful and wry
you get away with it
I feel your every stab while I can barely touch you
I am over reaction
I am exaggeration
I lose and lose and wonder
is it some kind of punishment?
or just an evening of the scales
for every laugh there is a thought of this
this madness that emerges
but just a thought
and for every good day there is you turning against me
I hollowed out the veins and capillaries and arteries before this time
and it was easier
you spoke
and I sometimes heard
and we moved along with it
you would prod and the empty in me would just sigh with the pressure,
harming me none
now all this blood complicates things
my sensitivity has raised and I fear leaks in the veins
that all your stabbing is going to make a tear unreparable
I practice logic out to you
but in me I only use semantics
and twist it until I can see so clearly how little you care
you tell me things to make me feel better
and it works and I know this
and then you say the other things,
the truth,
the things when hollow that just come and go
barely affecting me
now its all I can see
and you become the enemy
all I visualize is you beginning to die
and how that would affect me
and if it were my doing
you'll outlast me and wring me out
dry this time
dry, no drops
then I won't fill up again
only to rattle the glass and spill everywhere onto everything
you keep nothing in your heart but stone
belligerent me
I fire away shooting arrows at anyone who crosses me
I hurl fire at you
and I scream and tear
and then I tend to your wounds accordingly
even though I barely scratched the surface
you smile and laugh and joke
but then you don't
and I know you're not
and all that happy
that I can turn on now
makes me falter and fear and rage
you're simpler than me
more clever
less depth
but the surface is so colorful and wry
you get away with it
I feel your every stab while I can barely touch you
I am over reaction
I am exaggeration
I lose and lose and wonder
is it some kind of punishment?
or just an evening of the scales
for every laugh there is a thought of this
this madness that emerges
but just a thought
and for every good day there is you turning against me
I hollowed out the veins and capillaries and arteries before this time
and it was easier
you spoke
and I sometimes heard
and we moved along with it
you would prod and the empty in me would just sigh with the pressure,
harming me none
now all this blood complicates things
my sensitivity has raised and I fear leaks in the veins
that all your stabbing is going to make a tear unreparable
I practice logic out to you
but in me I only use semantics
and twist it until I can see so clearly how little you care
you tell me things to make me feel better
and it works and I know this
and then you say the other things,
the truth,
the things when hollow that just come and go
barely affecting me
now its all I can see
and you become the enemy
all I visualize is you beginning to die
and how that would affect me
and if it were my doing
you'll outlast me and wring me out
dry this time
dry, no drops
then I won't fill up again
only to rattle the glass and spill everywhere onto everything