Post by xunpredictablel on May 27, 2010 20:23:37 GMT -5
|Title| Exorcism ?
|Rating| PG13
maybe it's all the dark
and the happy songs reverberating off these
empty walls
but i'm sad,
and my heart does a soft complaint.
maybe it's all the ways
i promised myself to you
and all the sacrifices that ended, we're through.
but i'm scared,
and my wrists beg for mercy.
maybe it's all the pleas
i whispered in the dark
they echoed through my head,
and died in his heart.
but i'm dying,
and my soul begs for a semblance .
maybe it's all the daydreams
i've imagined you with her.
it haunts me like a cut,
stinging as i pull on too-tight clothes
and as i rub against my bed.
but i'm crying,
and the blood does not relent .
maybe it's all the promises
you whispered so close to me.
and all the broken hearts
when you tore them from me.
but my future children died,
and i'll never name them again.
perhaps it's the way you looked
so wretchedly when you saw me,
as if i were a wretch that could
never be found.
but i'm tortured,
and the fearpain doesn't relent.
perhaps it's how i cried for you,
or what we used to be.
the stupid whispered pheromones
that i thought were screaming to me.
but i was wrong,
and i never will be again.
perhaps it's how i beg for you
every once in a while when i'm
too weak to stand for myself.
the whisper'd cries plague me.
but still i cry myself to sleep,
and i will never love you.
perhaps it's what you did to me
and how unfair it was , that i sat and let you
rule on me, and what you thought was right.
i was a fool to let it be.
but i still miss you,
and it's for some godforsaken reason.
perhaps it's how you're over me.
and how that so destroys me.
i sacrificed everything to you
and you did so close to the same
but yet you still look away from me,
and i can't stop almost looking.
perhaps it's the pity in which i cry -
so desperately reaching for you,
though why i don't know.
but you still whispered to me,
and now your voice is mute.
or i am deaf.
perhaps it's the way the dark reminds me of you
and our little sex-freak adventures.
the way you held me after wards
was no forgiveness for what you'd done.
but now i wish i had that,
and i never will again.
perhaps it's how i see you everywhere.
so scared that i run from everything
that i see you in. to the point of telling people
to not do certain things ?
but i hate you for that,
and i always will.
perhaps it's how i face myself
when the night turns black.
perhaps it's all the wretched things
now so on my back.
perhaps i cannot reach to you,
but now i never wanted to.
i just wish i never spoke to you.
|Rating| PG13
maybe it's all the dark
and the happy songs reverberating off these
empty walls
but i'm sad,
and my heart does a soft complaint.
maybe it's all the ways
i promised myself to you
and all the sacrifices that ended, we're through.
but i'm scared,
and my wrists beg for mercy.
maybe it's all the pleas
i whispered in the dark
they echoed through my head,
and died in his heart.
but i'm dying,
and my soul begs for a semblance .
maybe it's all the daydreams
i've imagined you with her.
it haunts me like a cut,
stinging as i pull on too-tight clothes
and as i rub against my bed.
but i'm crying,
and the blood does not relent .
maybe it's all the promises
you whispered so close to me.
and all the broken hearts
when you tore them from me.
but my future children died,
and i'll never name them again.
perhaps it's the way you looked
so wretchedly when you saw me,
as if i were a wretch that could
never be found.
but i'm tortured,
and the fearpain doesn't relent.
perhaps it's how i cried for you,
or what we used to be.
the stupid whispered pheromones
that i thought were screaming to me.
but i was wrong,
and i never will be again.
perhaps it's how i beg for you
every once in a while when i'm
too weak to stand for myself.
the whisper'd cries plague me.
but still i cry myself to sleep,
and i will never love you.
perhaps it's what you did to me
and how unfair it was , that i sat and let you
rule on me, and what you thought was right.
i was a fool to let it be.
but i still miss you,
and it's for some godforsaken reason.
perhaps it's how you're over me.
and how that so destroys me.
i sacrificed everything to you
and you did so close to the same
but yet you still look away from me,
and i can't stop almost looking.
perhaps it's the pity in which i cry -
so desperately reaching for you,
though why i don't know.
but you still whispered to me,
and now your voice is mute.
or i am deaf.
perhaps it's the way the dark reminds me of you
and our little sex-freak adventures.
the way you held me after wards
was no forgiveness for what you'd done.
but now i wish i had that,
and i never will again.
perhaps it's how i see you everywhere.
so scared that i run from everything
that i see you in. to the point of telling people
to not do certain things ?
but i hate you for that,
and i always will.
perhaps it's how i face myself
when the night turns black.
perhaps it's all the wretched things
now so on my back.
perhaps i cannot reach to you,
but now i never wanted to.
i just wish i never spoke to you.