(no subject)
So your sleepy like a sleeping bag and i'm alone like a window. I sit crosslegged in the comfort of the cold and wind, watching blood weep from the skys and stars appear on my pale moon struck thighs, and i think of you. play havoc with guitar strings on your own wooden neck, it splinters me to kiss you, and it splinters me to be you. you are the twin of my bane, the mirror to my movement, so cracked yet so perfect. you've volenteared for the most painstaking task, to clear up broken glass mixed with blasted brain cells pasted thick on shower curtains. "she could have been a beauty queen" you mumble to yourself as you take still-life photos of the ripped off bottons and the hurt she must feel inside, the pain of her every day life. but she is a beauty queen. shes a beauty queen pain fiend and everybody hides their eyes and blind their ears from the truth of which is self evident. she was only like this fourteen days ago, and you were only fourteen minutes late. bedtime or goodbye? bedtime. goodbye. you of all people should know that never isnt forever. and at least i can say the words in the same sentance, you feeble minded snake charmer. sing your words through gasping lungs please. i always hated the silance that fell between us while you peirced through my skin with eyes that shined like topaz mixed with emralds. you hands are so cold running up and down my legs, and you arrange the stars in simple simile to those up above us, the ones bleeding tonight. the night lasts forever when your deep inside my skin, i find it hard letting you breathe out and me never breathing in. carbon dioxide? h20 a go go. dance party relovutions on the ocean with starfish as our saviors. oh baby, she is beauty queen.
-----------------------------
AND NOW BROKEN UP...
so your sleepy
like a sleeping bag
and i'm alone like a window.
I sit crosslegged in the comfort of the cold
and wind,
watching blood weep from the skys
and stars appear on my pale moon struck thighs,
and i think of you.
play havoc with guitar strings
on your own wooden neck,
it splinters me to kiss you,
and it splinters me to be you.
you are the twin of my bane,
the mirror to my movement,
so cracked yet
so perfect.
you've volenteared for the most painstaking task,
to clear up broken glass mixed with blasted brain cells pasted thick on shower curtains.
"she could have been a beauty queen"
you mumble to yourself
as you take still-life photos
of the ripped off bottons
and the hurt she must feel inside,
the pain of her every day life.
but she is a beauty queen.
shes a beauty queen pain fiend
and everybody hides their eyes
and blind their ears from the truth
of which is self evident.
she was only like this fourteen days ago,
and you were only fourteen minutes late.
bedtime or goodbye?
bedtime.
goodbye.
you of all people
should know that never isnt forever.
and at least i can say the words in the same sentance,
you feeble minded snake charmer.
sing your words through gasping lungs
please.
i always hated the silance that fell between us
while you peirced through my skin
with eyes that shined like topaz mixed with emralds.
your hands are so cold running up and down my legs,
and you arrange the stars in simple simile
to those up above us,
the ones bleeding tonight.
the night lasts forever when your deep inside my skin,
i find it hard letting you breathe out and me
never breathing in.
carbon dioxide?
h20 a go go. d
ance party relovutions on the ocean
with starfish as our saviors.
oh baby,
she is beauty queen.