work in prog
My skin is getting warming
I can hear my heart pounding
As I feel my power grow
I fill with my rage,
hurt, fear, hope, despair and anger.
My thoughts muddle, my point is lost
swallowed by anger as the wave of my rage crashes down on our peaceful shore.
Everytime I build myself back together your shadow catches up with me,
razor claws find the fresh pink of my tender new skin,
having just healed from the savage shreding and tearing of the time before.
I can feel them slice back through my flesh, tearing muscle from sinew from bone...
I can hear you behind me, with your howliing devious demons
close at hand to lick my blood from your talons as you let it drip drip drip
down it flows past my spine, rolls down my buttock
dripping down my naked legs as I cry,
reminded everytime of what it feels like to be laid bare,
unable to defend myself from the pain, humiliation and terror being visited upon me.
That place where I lay down and closed my eyes;
which was once real, warm, safe and mine is now lost.
When I awoke in this cold, dangerious, strange nightmare I was alone in the dark.
I can hear your demons cackle and shreek,
they laugh at my wounds, the more broken, shamed and scared I become the more they cackle,
the more their hunger grows.
I can hear you breathing on me as I sleep,
your secrets hidden just under the darkness where your eyes used to be.
The skeletons in your closet are very real and pose a very real danger,
we can hear them whipsering to us
their ghosts wailing and wishing for revenge
a threat to both our souls so long as you stand over me.
I can feel those dark spheres upon me when you think I am not breathing,
I can feel your hot breath on my neck as you drool over what you think is my empty corpse.
So here I lay, afraid to move, to breathe, to be
feeling you ever close and ready to destroy me
I can not run anymore than I can give up and let you obliterate me.
I was strong, golden, tall and beautiful before you became something I could not follow, could not understand.
Now I am bloodied, broken, weak and alone,
caught playing dead, holding my breath waiting for you to leave
whats left of my body and soul in peace.
But you won't.
You know you have a prize,
even if its just the shreds of flesh and bone you think I am left,
like a scavanger over its find,
you guard and hoard me like I am the freshest meat
and if i should try to drag my tattered self from your reach,
you reach those every growing claws of yours out and no matter how far I have run,
they pierce skin and I can feel my heart burst.
I can hear my heart pounding
As I feel my power grow
I fill with my rage,
hurt, fear, hope, despair and anger.
My thoughts muddle, my point is lost
swallowed by anger as the wave of my rage crashes down on our peaceful shore.
Everytime I build myself back together your shadow catches up with me,
razor claws find the fresh pink of my tender new skin,
having just healed from the savage shreding and tearing of the time before.
I can feel them slice back through my flesh, tearing muscle from sinew from bone...
I can hear you behind me, with your howliing devious demons
close at hand to lick my blood from your talons as you let it drip drip drip
down it flows past my spine, rolls down my buttock
dripping down my naked legs as I cry,
reminded everytime of what it feels like to be laid bare,
unable to defend myself from the pain, humiliation and terror being visited upon me.
That place where I lay down and closed my eyes;
which was once real, warm, safe and mine is now lost.
When I awoke in this cold, dangerious, strange nightmare I was alone in the dark.
I can hear your demons cackle and shreek,
they laugh at my wounds, the more broken, shamed and scared I become the more they cackle,
the more their hunger grows.
I can hear you breathing on me as I sleep,
your secrets hidden just under the darkness where your eyes used to be.
The skeletons in your closet are very real and pose a very real danger,
we can hear them whipsering to us
their ghosts wailing and wishing for revenge
a threat to both our souls so long as you stand over me.
I can feel those dark spheres upon me when you think I am not breathing,
I can feel your hot breath on my neck as you drool over what you think is my empty corpse.
So here I lay, afraid to move, to breathe, to be
feeling you ever close and ready to destroy me
I can not run anymore than I can give up and let you obliterate me.
I was strong, golden, tall and beautiful before you became something I could not follow, could not understand.
Now I am bloodied, broken, weak and alone,
caught playing dead, holding my breath waiting for you to leave
whats left of my body and soul in peace.
But you won't.
You know you have a prize,
even if its just the shreds of flesh and bone you think I am left,
like a scavanger over its find,
you guard and hoard me like I am the freshest meat
and if i should try to drag my tattered self from your reach,
you reach those every growing claws of yours out and no matter how far I have run,
they pierce skin and I can feel my heart burst.