disembodied
Just Mum
A hint of insecurity -
An untouched insecurity.
A tragic hero's flaw and what it brings.
And you know as you sleep
How glad you would feel
Not to feel anything... just sleep.
Got too many things on my mind
To talk of one at any one time.
And I cannot escape this strange disarray
And I make my way to places
Where there's no conversation.
And you talk of vices, you think you're in the clear;
You don't know the costumes that they wear.
Mine's writing; yours is fighting your nature,
And you don't know the ins and outs of desire.
You don't know what makes a person tire -
Which vice will make them love and which will hate you.
I see the chain and where it bites
In all the things that might turn out.
At level best we'll just survive.
And the lame dog crawls away.
The chained dog waits for light to break
And the question to disobey
Goes down in your boots and there it stays
And there's blame on your side; blame on mine.
And there's too many things to talk of at any one time.
And you talk of vices, you think you're in the clear;
You don't know the costumes that they wear.
Mine's writing; yours is fighting your nature,
And you don't know the ins and outs of desire.
You don't know what makes a person tire.
Which vice will make them love and which will hate you.
by: The Verlaines