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Saturday, November 20th, 2004
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EVER ENCROACHING DARKNESS
Forgive me if I don't seem quite at ease But I know my secrets, which makes me think on What it is your're hiding, behind those eyes that Snare me smartly. It's not icing-sugar powder Stories of borrowed kisses. Rather borrowed moments Bewteen black-out curtains drawn and quartered.
You let me peel back a leafe and glimpse in Whilst telling me not to worry. Throwaway line. Because I've been listening, I've been reading And I've been missing something; maybe the point of you.
I'll close my eyes and ears and smile sweetly, Kiss softly, fuck slowly; all the time still thinking, When I'm on the precipice, will I care enought to scream "I didn't know you!" before you send me over into Your abyss. But just remember; if it ever crosses My crooked crimson lips that I want you dead Then I mean it. Then you won't turn out the lights.
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