Silence ticks,
time to stop, thinking too much, what you know not. Conscious nightmares, subconscious, surreal, invisible, engraved; how to feel, not to feel. Potions toxic, traveled exotic, tainted tactics, narcissistic narcotics. Throw up the Guns, Germs, and Steel, walls and precepts, too. Contaminated commerce of affection, that if only time were true.
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I got the black leather skirt,
you got the eyes that yearn, I got the kiss that kills, you teach me all that's left to learn. This happy thing is new, baby's been all locked into the blues. You're a rock 'n' roll man, damn, if I'm falling for you. Damn, am I falling for you. Paint me like one of your goth queens, I wanna be more than a muse. You're a rock 'n' roll man, damn if I'm falling for you. Damn, am I falling for you. Seven degrees of separation, seven deadly sins, seven wonders of the world, Don't mean shit when you're a ten. Brooding boy,
how I read you like Karouac, and sip on you like Jack. Reversing words, moments, memories; leave you longing for what could be, what should be, what-ever. You look at me like I'm magic, You look at me like a lover. But I'm On the Road already, I promise I'm not looking back. Your cinematic theories and flattery; solidarity and security lack. And while our mind's can meet, our bodies, can not. And as you look at me like I'm magic, You're right - I've already forgot. I'm On the Road already, time, a peculiar thing. But one day she will look at you, and you'll know exactly what I mean. At least I can still feel pain.
But sometimes it's too much, And sometimes it's not enough. I don't want your numbers, they represent time, setting pace to a rhythm, but this rhythm has no rhyme. I'll paint my lungs in black, and all the walls in red, to remind myself, that I'm not dead. Her eyes matched the shade, of her lips that were stained, with the red from the vines, and the kisses she claimed. It doesn't stop, it just flies, the lonely aging of time, a reckless riddle with no rhyme. Darkness haunts you,
in the most beautiful way. I can't stop replaying, your hands and their ways. Trembled my body, I felt what you felt, I felt what you felt. How wrong it is, I love the marks, you leave on me. Bruises like tattoos, in hidden parts, average eyes can't see. How wrong it is, I love your twisted logic, explosive temper, beatifully tragic. Strike the pain out of me, which stings more, than anything you could do physically. I seek shelter in your body, only solace found in your satisfaction. Like I finally got something right, like you would stay for more than the night. Fill this sillhoette haunted by the cowards, not brave enough to wade through the waters. Drown it with the hope, you're so good at mocking. Soften this vignette, as if you're not like the others. Your voice as smooth as velvet,
your eyes they matched in blue. Promised of Greece, and sunsets, and I thought it to be true. Your curves etched out as David, your lies coated in gold. Fooled I once had been, as if I had never before been told. You worried of my curious nature, worried my tongue could talk and more. Double standards set in present, but you're equally a whore. I'm smoking cigarettes without you,
no matter what it's not the same. As the feeling of you wrapped around me, keeping me safe and sane. This heavy headache suffocates, and squeezes out all caught up thoughts, like when you pulled me back to kiss you, or how you left me to be lost. Empty out my lungs of air,
so I'm suffocated with your soul. Put your fingers through my hair, I'm your silhouette waiting to be full. I wanna know your ways,
the way you move, I hesitate. Got me thinkin', got me tired. I can't even feel myself, because I can't remember what it feels like, when you felt me. Uneasily numbed, by the sudden separation. Only sparks I feel aren't sober, only good I feel is pain, I wanna know your way of oblivion, so I can make it through the day. Like an anchor sinking under, down to depths I cannot see; I always had this faith in you, you never had in me. The last I heard was questioning, of your questions themselves. Always leaving room for chances, putting problems on a shelf. I wanna know your ways, the way you move, I hesitate. Got me thinkin', got me tired. I wanna know your way of oblivion, so I can make it through the day. Drink me in,
like you did your whiskey tonight. Tell me I'm yours, let's fall in love right. My body, your blank canvas, welcomes the strokes of your hands; to make me your masterpiece, and take me to far away lands. Where the clouds are in hiding, where the air is just right, no chance of interruption, when I look into your eyes, so. Drink me in, and hold me tight. Tell me I'm yours, let's fall in love right. So, drink me in, like your whiskey tonight. Drink me in, drink me, in. |
Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
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