You (2)

I take the things you say
I know there'll be a way
Sometimes my mistake
It'll fucking brake
All the noises that you make

They're just forcing me
To lose concepts of "we"
You know, she pretends
You'll never make amends
You took too much
In such a blinding rush
You should have seen it drown
You should have known the sound
You should have been fond
Of that whirlwind you spawned

Still you are, that little crash
Riping me apart
Riping me together
Raping me forever

You

I know who you should be
With, I can't make you see
That I am the only one
With hope to find the things
You need not be alone
You're just not right
But, I can make you right
I know who's right

I don't know anything
Cuz' you're just everything

I don't even care to see
You're all there is to be

I don't even dare to cry
You're the ocean beneath my sky

I shouldn't even dream to sigh
I can't touch you, you're too high

All of the things I barely feel
You're the one who makes them real

You're the last, you're the first
You're my living film reel

You're the pain that makes me sick
You're the pleasure making me tick

"And I know the pieces fit,
And I know the pieces fit"*.


* quote from Schism by Tool

Trapped in a Box

Can't quite see, can't really breathe, can't really take it anymore.
All i did, all i saw, it wasn't the feeling , i knew you. Whore.
It's all your fault, all you did, i never found, i was never safe and sound.
Or maybe not. Maybe not. You whisper and i sleep, you talk, you're skin deep.
Was it wrong? I dared my own thought, all i brought, all i sought, but shadows,
That left as swiftly as you. Merged away through those wandering meadows.

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It's wrapped around me, it's all done
Soon, soon enough, i'll be no more
Soon, i'll see the oh so praised shore
Soon, my last song will be sung

But, from deep within, it sprung
Through my inner depths it tore
The long awaited doubt, it came
That little string, kept me sane
Now gone, left but searing pain

Like a wailing fleeting moment
That suddenly froze and stayed
There it was, in it's disarming cry:

- Why am I doing this? What could I possibly get out of this?

And then I saw her.
So young and gentle. Pure.
There it was. All I ever sought.
Hope. Peace.
Maybe it will happen.
It has to.
But not like this. Not with me.

I left the trigger alone.
And, then, got out of the bus.

In that lonely forgotten field,
I looked at the sky far above me.
Maybe i'll, finally, get my answers.

And I pushed it.