Feb 27, 2006 23:05
I find writing, exciting, inviting
You, into my mind, you may find, it
Disturbing, curbing your enthusiasm
For my words, have you heard, how they fall
Call your name, in the same, montone voice
Screaming, seeming, to crawl down your throat
Out, your nose, stain your clothes, with their violence
The silence, of screaming, beaming, their noise
To your heart, the part, most vital
To sell, your life, I will crawl inside your veins
Only to remain, flowing, going, crawling
About your skin, indulding in, my sin
Of perversion, aversion, to your eyes
I watch you cry, out my name, in the same
Words, that I heard, myself mumble, stumble
Over, and over, and over, are we any closer
To the end, when we send, our souls back,
To the stack waiting to be dispersed, hearsed
To the graveyard, wineyard, courtyard
Your yard, is green, I find spring
Appealing, sealing, last years, death
At best, below flowers, spring showers
Raining down to the sound, of your heart
Were you ever part, of anything else?