I just wanted to hug that tissue like lace,
hang on to the base,
let it light me on fire,
and rise up to you to retire.
I just wanted to be pulled,
brought up to the answer,
save my faith,
and murder my hobby to wonder.
Did you find safe arms
like the ones you found in mine,
or have you fallen too far
due to your selfish crime.
Did you fall willingly
without spite over our cries,
I wish I could have
sung you a lullaby.
Like in that bed with you and the poison,
I just wanted to stroke every strand
to save this man
who could no longer stand.
I just wanted to cut phone ties
and come to you despite my insanity,
bleeding for your falling cries
I see red for eternity,
as I absorb the torture you held inside.
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